omenade, when the band plays under the Colonnade, and the Sprudel is
filled with a packed throng over a mile long, being from six to eight in
the morning. Here you may hear more languages spoken than the Tower of
Babel could have echoed. Polish Jews and Russian princes, Chinese
mandarins and Turkish pashas, Norwegians looking as if they had stepped
out of Ibsen's plays, women from the Boulevards, Spanish grandees and
English countesses, mountaineers from Montenegro and millionaires from
Chicago, you will find every dozen yards. Every luxury in the world
Carlsbad provides for its visitors, with the one exception of pepper.
That you cannot get within five miles of the town for money; what you can
get there for love is not worth taking away. Pepper, to the liver
brigade that forms four-fifths of Carlsbad's customers, is poison; and,
prevention being better than cure, it is carefully kept out of the
neighbourhood. "Pepper parties" are formed in Carlsbad to journey to
some place without the boundary, and there indulge in pepper orgies.

Nuremberg, if one expects a town of mediaeval appearance, disappoints.
Quaint corners, picturesque glimpses, there are in plenty; but everywhere
they are surrounded and intruded upon by the modern, and even what is
ancient is not nearly so ancient as one thought it was. After all, a
town, like a woman, is only as old as it looks; and Nuremberg is still a
comfortable-looking dame, its age somewhat difficult to conceive under
its fresh paint and stucco in the blaze of the gas and the electric
light. Still, looking closely, you may see its wrinkled walls and grey
towers.

CHAPTER IX

Harris breaks the law--The helpful man: The dangers that beset him--George
sets forth upon a career of crime--Those to whom Germany would come as a
boon and a blessing--The English Sinner: His disappointments--The German
Sinner: His exceptional advantages--What you may not do with your bed--An
inexpensive vice--The German dog: His simple goodness--The misbehaviour
of the beetle--A people that go the way they ought to go--The German
small boy: His love of legality--How to go astray with a perambulator--The
German student: His chastened wilfulness.

All three of us, by some means or another, managed, between Nuremberg and
the Black Forest, to get into trouble.

Harris led off at Stuttgart by insulting an official. Stuttgart is a
charming town, clean and bright, a smaller Dresden. It has the
addit