of opera-glasses hung at
his side, and in his lavender-gloved hand he carried an alpenstock a
little taller than himself. His daughter was long and angular. Her
dress I cannot describe: my grandfather, poor gentleman, might have been
able to do so; it would have been more familiar to him. I can only say
that it appeared to me unnecessarily short, exhibiting a pair of
ankles--if I may be permitted to refer to such points--that, from an
artistic point of view, called rather for concealment. Her hat made me
think of Mrs. Hemans; but why I cannot explain. She wore side-spring
boots--"prunella," I believe, used to be the trade name--mittens, and
pince-nez. She also carried an alpenstock (there is not a mountain
within a hundred miles of Dresden) and a black bag strapped to her waist.
Her teeth stuck out like a rabbit's, and her figure was that of a bolster
on stilts.

Harris rushed for his camera, and of course could not find it; he never
can when he wants it. Whenever we see Harris scuttling up and down like
a lost dog, shouting, "Where's my camera? What the dickens have I done
with my camera? Don't either of you remember where I put my
camera?"--then we know that for the first time that day he has come
across something worth photographing. Later on, he remembered it was in
his bag; that is where it would be on an occasion like this.

They were not content with appearance; they acted the thing to the
letter. They walked gaping round them at every step. The gentleman had
an open Baedeker in his hand, and the lady carried a phrase book. They
talked French that nobody could understand, and German that they could
not translate themselves! The man poked at officials with his alpenstock
to attract their attention, and the lady, her eye catching sight of an
advertisement of somebody's cocoa, said "Shocking!" and turned the other
way.

Really, there was some excuse for her. One notices, even in England, the
home of the proprieties, that the lady who drinks cocoa appears,
according to the poster, to require very little else in this world; a
yard or so of art muslin at the most. On the Continent she dispenses, so
far as one can judge, with every other necessity of life. Not only is
cocoa food and drink to her, it should be clothes also, according to the
idea of the cocoa manufacturer. But this by the way.

Of course, they immediately became the centre of attraction. By being
able to render them some slight ass