olumnist suggested her
return there:

Lola Montez laments the Notre-Dame de Lorette district, the
joyous little supper-parties at the Cafe Anglais, and the
theatrical first nights viewed from stage boxes. "Ah," she
must reflect, as she looks upon her coronet trodden
underfoot and hears the sinister murmurs of the Munich mob,
"how delightful Paris would be this evening! What a grand
success I would be in the new ballet at the Opera or at a
ball at the Winter Garden!" Alas, my poor Lola, your whip is
broken; your prestige is gone; you have lost your talisman.
Do not battle against the jealous Bavarians. Come back to
Paris, instead. If the Porte St. Martin won't have you, you
can always rejoin the corps de ballet at the Opera.

Lola, however, did not accept the invitation. She was virtually a
prisoner in her own house, where, the next afternoon, a furious
gathering assembled, threatening to wreak vengeance on her. Never
lacking a high measure of courage, she appeared on the balcony and
told them to do their worst. They did it and attempted to effect an
entrance by breaking down the door. But for the action of the
Alemannia, rallying to her help, she might have been severely handled.

One of her bodyguard managed to make his way to the nearest barracks
and summon assistance. Thereupon, the bugles rang out the alarm; the
drums beat a warning call. In response, a squadron of Cuirassiers
clattered up the Barerstrasse; sabres rattled; and the rioters fled
precipitously.

Prince Wallerstein, who combined the office of Minister of Public
Worship with that of Treasurer of the Royal Household, leaping into
the breach, harangued the mob; and Prince Vrede, a strong adherent to
the "whiff of grapeshot" remedy for a disturbance, suggested firing on
the ringleaders. Although the suggestion was not accepted, hundreds of
arrests were made before some semblance of order was restored. But the
rioting was only checked temporarily. A couple of days later it
started afresh. The temper of the troops being upset, Captain Bauer (a
young officer whom Lola had patronised) took it upon himself to give
them the word to charge. Sabres flashed, and there were many broken
heads and a good deal of bloodshed.

The Alemannia, thinking discretion the better part of valour,
barricaded themselves in the restaurant of one Herr Rothmanner, where
they fortified themselves with vast quantities of