“Yes,isn’tshe!”Mrs。Marchassented,andwithapassionatedesireforexcessinabadthing,whichweallknowattimes,shelookedeagerlyaboutherforproofsofthatodiousmilitarismoftheempire,whichoughttohavebeenconspicuousintheimperialcapital;butpossiblybecausethetroopswerenearlyallawayatthemanoeuvres,therewerehardlymoreinthestreetsthanshehadsometimesseeninWashington。AgaintheGermanofficerssignallyfailedtoofferheranyrudenesswhenshemetthemontheside-walks。Therewerescarcelyanyofthem,andperhapsthatmighthavebeenthereasonwhytheywerenotmoreaggressive;butawholecompanyofsoldiersmarchingcarelesslyuptothepalacefromtheBrandenburggate,withoutmusic,orsomuchstyleasourownmilitiaoftenputson,regardedherwithinoffensiveeyessofarastheylookedather。ShedeclaredthatpersonallytherewasnothingagainstthePrussians;evenwheninuniformtheywerekindlyandmodest-lookingmen;
itwaswhentheygotuponpedestals,inbronzeormarble,thatthey,begantobullyandtobrag。
ThedinnerwhichtheMarchesgotatarestaurantonUnterdenLindenalmostredeemedtheavenuefromthedisgraceithadfallenintowiththem。Itwas,thebestmealtheyhadyeteateninEurope,andastofactandformwasasortofcompromisebetweenaFrenchdinnerandanEnglishdinnerwhichtheydidnothesitatetopronouncePrussian。Thewaiterwhoserveditwasafriendlyspirit,verysensibleoftheirintelligentappreciationofthedinner;andfromhimtheyformedamorerespectfulopinionofBerlincivilizationthantheyhadyetheld。Afterthemannerofstrangerseverywheretheyjudgedthecountrytheywerevisitingfromsuchofitsinhabitantsaschancebroughtthemincontactwith;anditwouldreallybeagoodthingfornationsthatwishtostandwellwiththeworldatlargetolookcarefullytothebehaviorofitscabmenandcarconductors,itshotelclerksandwaiters,itstheatre-ticketsellersandushers,itspolicemenandsacristans,itslandlordsandsalesmen;forbytheseratherthanbyitssocietywomenanditsstatesmenanddivines,isitreallyjudgedinthebooksoftravellers;someattentionalsoshouldbepaidtotheweather,iftheclimateistobepraised。Intherailroadcaf?atPotsdamtherewasawaitersorudetotheMarchesthatiftheyhadnotbeenpeopleofgreatstrengthofcharacterhewouldhaveundonethefavorableimpressionthesoldiersandciviliansofBerlingenerallyhadbeenatsuchpainstoproduceinthem;andthroughouttheweekofearlySeptemberwhichtheypassedthere,itrainedsomuchandsobitterly,itwassowetandsocold,thattheymighthavecomeawaythinkingit’stheworstclimateintheworld,ifithadnotbeenforamanwhomtheysawinoneofthepublicgardenspouringaheavystreamfromhisgardenhoseupontheshrubberyalreadysoakedandshudderinginthecold。Butthisconvincedthemthattheyweresufferingfromweatherandnotfromtheclimate,whichmustreallybehotanddry;andtheywenthometotheirhotelandsatcontentedlydowninatemperatureofsixtydegrees。Theweather,wasnotalwayssobad;onedayitwasdrycoldinsteadofwetcold,withrough,rustycloudsbreakingabluesky;
anotherday,uptoelevenintheforenoon,itwaslikeIndiansummer;
thenitchangedtoaharshNovemberair;andthenitrelentedandendedsomildly,thattheyhiredchairsintheplacebeforetheimperialpalaceforfivepfennigseach,andsatwatchingthelifebeforethem。Motherlywomen-folkwerethereknitting;twoAmericangirlsinchairsnearthemchattedtogether;somefineequipages,theonlyonestheysawinBerlin,wentby;adogandamanthewifewhooughttohavebeeninharnesswasprobablysick,andthepoorfellowwasforcedtotakeherplacepasseddraggingacart;someschoolboyswhohadhungtheirsatchelsuponthelowrailingwereplayingaboutthebaseofthestatueofKingWilliamIII。
inthejoyousfreedomofGermanchildhood。
Theyseemedthegayerforthebriefmomentsofsunshine,buttotheAmericans,whowereSouthernbyvirtueoftheirsky,thebrightnesshadasenseoflurkingwinterinit,suchastheyrememberedfeelingonasunnydayinQuebec。Theblueheavenlookedsad;buttheyagreedthatitfitlyroofedthebitofoldfeudalBerlinwhichformsthemostancientwingoftheSchloss。Thiswastime-blackenedandrude,butatleastitdidnottrytobeFrench,anditoverhungtheSpreewhichwindsthroughthecityandgivesitthegreatestcharmithas。InfactBerlin,whichisotherwisesograndiosewithoutgrandeurandsoseverewithoutimpressiveness,issympatheticwherevertheSpreeopensittothesky。
Thestreamisspannedbymanybridges,andbridgescannotwellbeunpicturesque,especiallyiftheyhavestatuestohelpthemout。TheSpreeaboundsinbridges,andithasacharminghabitofslowhay-ladenbarges;atthelandingsofthelittlepassenger-steamerswhichplyuponittherearecafesandsummer-gardens,andtheseevenintheinclementairofSeptembersuggestedafriendly“gayety。
TheMarchessawitbestinthetouroftheelevatedroadinBerlinwhichtheymadeinanimpassionedmemoryoftheelevatedroadinNewYork。ThebrickviaductswhichcarrythisarchtheSpreeagainandagainintheircoursethroughandaroundthecity,butwithneverquitesuchspectaculareffectsasourspiderytressels,achieve。Thestationsarepleasant,sometimeswithlunch-countersandnews-stands,buthavenotthecomic-
opera-chaletprettinessofours,andarenotsofrequent。Theroadisnotsosmooth,thecarsnotsosmooth-runningorsoswift。Ontheotherhandtheyarecomfortablycushioned,andtheyareneverovercrowded。Thelineisattimesabove,attimesbelowthehouses,andattimesonalevelwiththem,alikeincityandinsuburbs。Thetrainwhirledoutofthicklybuiltdistricts,pastthebacksoftheoldhouses,intooutskirtsthinlypopulated,withnewhousesspringingupwithoutorderorcontinuityamongthemeadowsandvegetable-gardens,andalongtheready-
made,elm-plantedavenues,wherewoodenfencesdividedthevacantlots。
Everywherethecitywasgrowingoutoverthecountry,inblocksanddetachededificesoflimestone,sandstone,redandyellowbrick,largerorsmaller,ofnomoreuniformitythanoursuburbandwellings,butneveroftheiruglinessorlawlessoffensiveness。
InaneffortfortheintimatelifeofthecountryMarchwenttwosuccessivemorningsforhisbreakfasttotheCaf?Bauer,whichhassomeadmirablewall-printings,andisthechiefcaf?onUnterdenLinden;butonbothdaysthereweremorepeopleinthepaintingsthanoutofthem。
Thesecondmorningthewaiterwhotookhisorderrecognizedhimandasked,“Wiegestern?”andfromthishearguedanaffectionateconstancyintheBerliners,andahospitableobservanceofthetastesofstrangers。
Athisbankers,ontheotherhand,thecashierscrutinizedhissignatureandremarkedthatitdidnotlooklikethesignatureinhisletterofcredit,andthenheinferredasuspiciousmindinthemoneyedclassesofPrussia;ashehadnotbeentreatedwithsuchunkinddoubtbyHebrewbankersanywhere,hemadeamentalnotethattheJewswerepoliterthantheChristiansinGermany。InstartingforPotsdamheaskedatraegerwherethePotsdamtrainwasandthemansaid,“Dattraindare。”andincomingbackhehelpedafatoldladyoutofthecar,andshethankedhiminEnglish。Fromtheseincidents,bothoccurringthesamedayinthesameplace,theinferenceofawidespreadknowledgeofourlanguageinallclassesofthepopulationwasinevitable。
Inthisobviousandeasymannerhestudiedcontemporarycivilizationinthecapital。Heevencarriedhisresearchesfarther,andwentonerainyafternoontoanexhibitionofmodernpicturesinapavilionoftheThiergarten,wherefromthesmallattendanceheinferredanindifferencetotheartswhichhewouldnotascribetotheweather。Oneeveningatasummertheatrewheretheygavethepantomimeofthe’Puppenfee’andtheoperettaof’HanselandGretel’,heobservedthatthegreaterpartoftheaudiencewascomposedofniceplainyounggirlsandchildren,andhenotedthattherewasnosortofeveningdress;fromthelargenumberofAmericanspresentheimaginedanumerouscolonyinBerlin,wheretheymasthaveaninstinctivesenseoftheirco-nationality,sinceoneoftheminthestressofgettinghishatandovercoatwhentheyallcameout,confidentlyaddressedhiminEnglish。Buthetookstockofhisimpressionswithhiswife,andtheyseemedtohimsofew,afterall,thathecouldnotresistapainfulsenseofisolationinthemidstoftheenvironment。
TheymadeaSundayexcursiontotheZoologicalGardensintheThiergarten,withalargecrowdofthelowerclasses,butthoughtheyhadagreatdealoftroubleingettingtherebythevariouskindsofhorsecarsandelectriccars,theydidnotfeelthattheyhadgotneartothepopularlife。TheyendeavoredforsomesenseofBerlinsocietybydrivinghomeinadrosky,andonthewaytheypassedrowsofbeautifulhouses,inFrenchandItaliantaste,frontingthedeep,dampgreenparkfromtheThiergartenstrasse,inwhichtheywereconfidentcultivatedanddelightfulpeoplelived;buttheyremainedtothelastwithnothingbuttheirunsupportedconjecture。
TheirexcursiontoPotsdamwasthecreamoftheirsojourninBerlin。
Theychoseforitthefirstfairmorning,andtheyranoutovertheflatsandyplainssurroundingthecapital,andamongthelowhillssurroundingPotsdambeforeitactuallybegantorain。
TheywishedimmediatelytoseeSansSouciforthegreatFrederick’ssake,andtheydrovethroughalivelyshowertothepalace,wheretheywaitedwithahordeoftwenty-fiveothertouristsinagustycolonnadebeforetheywereledthroughVoltaire’sroomandFrederick’sdeathchamber。
TheFrenchphilosophercomesbeforethePrussianprinceatSansSoucieveninthepalatialvillawhichexpressesthewilfulcapriceofthegreatFrederickasfewedificeshaveembodiedthewhimsortastesoftheirowners。Thewholeaffairiseighteenth-centuryFrench,astheGermansconceivedit。Thegardenedterracefromwhichthelow,one-storybuilding,thicklycrustedwithbaroquesculptures,looksdownintoamany-coloredparterre,wasluxuriantlyFrench,andsentimentallyFrenchthecolonnadedfrontopeningtoaperspectiveofartificialruins,withbrokenpillarsliftingaconsciousfragmentofarchitraveagainstthesky。Within,allagainwasFrenchinthedesign,thedecorationandthefurnishing。Atthattimethere,wasinfactnoothertaste,andFrederick,whodespisedanddisusedhisnativetongue,wasresolveduponFrenchtasteeveninhisintimatecompanionship。ThedrollstoryofhiscoquetrywiththeterriblefreespiritwhichhegotfromFrancetobehisguestisvividlyreanimatedatSansSouci,whereonebreathestheveryairinwhichthestrangelyassortedcompanionslived,andinwhichtheypartedsosoontopursueeachotherwithbrutalannoyanceononeside,andwithmercilessmockeryontheother。Voltairewaslongagorevengeduponhishostforalltheindignitieshesufferedfromhimintheircomedy;heleftdeeplygravenuponFrederick’sfamethetraceofthoselaceratingtalonswhichhecouldstriketothequick;anditisthesingulareffectofthissceneoftheirbrieffriendshipthatonefeelstherethepre-eminenceofthewitinwhateverwasmostimportanttomankind。