Fatal zéro, un journal tenu à Homburg . scène animée, couleurs vives, robes égayantes, manteaux blancs, manteaux gris, chapeaux blanc et gris, voiles flambantes, parasols roses et crème, fleurs, costumes de tous les motifs, tout comme la scène openingscène du chœur dans un opéra vu il y a longtemps. D'une pagode viennent des souches de musique riche, avec le choc des cymbales et la course douce du tambour. Comme neuf, comment deli-cious tout cela pour moi! Dans le centre, c'était bien, au fond, avec de grandes promenades en traîneau, des filles qui distribuent l'eau, et des foules qui pressent vers l'avant pour la recevoir. Le clinking de verre tout le monde

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Fatal zero, a diary kept at Homburg . tanimated scene, bright colours, brightdresses, white coats, grey coats, hats whiteand grey, fluttering veils, pink and cream-coloured parasols, flowers, costumes ofevery pattern—all actually like the openingscene of the chorus at an opera seen long, long ago. From a pagoda come strains ofrich music, with the clash of cymbals andsoft stroke of drum. How new, how deli-cious all this to me! In the centre wasthe well, deep below, with spacious stepsleading down, girls handing up the water, and crowds pressing forward to receive it.The clinking of glass everywhere. Beyondagain, rows of little shops for jewellery andtrifles—charming and most exhilaratingscene, as I look on. The animation andgaiety drive away all the sinking and FATAL ZERO. 55 weakness, and I seem to grow strong andhopeful every moment. Down the stepsdo they troop, the loveliest of women, French, English, and American, as I knowby the curious chatter of the voices, andwith them lords, and friends, and admirersof all kinds.. CHAPTER yil. The Briton—of course I knew him by histalking so loud about my breakfast.How often do I hear that florid, white-whiskered father, suffering from the heatacutely, tell his friend and tell me—for hedoes not care who hears him, and prefersan audience—that he^d speak to Gungl, at the Hesse, about giving us some more ofthat wild deer, or that he was goingto get his cutlets, and very odd the Timeswas so late; or else, what seems the stan-dard grumble, about kreutzers and*^ their infernal money. Look here, I say, what can you make of such things as FATAIi ZERO. 57 these? He actually does seem to think, that wherever the Englishman goes, theEnglishmans money, meats, steaks, joints, beds, clubs, Times^ &c., should go with him, and be the money, meat, steaks of thecountry. My dearest Dora, will you knowme after this, or do you suppose it is yourpoor invalid that is writing? Such a changein me already—affecting to be funny! In-deed, I think I

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