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Florence! Crowds, cries, ie, and dismisses the porters

"What have I a servant for," she says, "Gregor--here is the ticket-- get the luggage"

She wraps herself in her furs and sits quietly in the carriage while I drag the heavy trunks hither, one after another I break down for a ood-natured carabiniere with an intelligent face cohs

"It et up on the driver's seat, wiping drops of perspiration froes on his horse In a few minutes we halt at the brilliantly illuminated entrance

"Have you any rooms?" she asks the porter

"Yes, Madame"

"Two for me, one for my servant, all with stoves"

"Two first-class rooms for you, Madame, both with stoves," replied the waiter who had hastily come up, "and one without heat for your servant"

She looked at them, and then abruptly said: "they are satisfactory, have fires built at once; my servant can sleep in the unheated rooor," she co no attention to o down to the dining-roooes into the adjoining roo the trunks upstairs and help the waiter build a fire in her bed-room He tries to question lance I see the blazing fire, the fragrant white poster-bed, and the rugs which cover the floor Tired and hungry I then descend the stairs, and ask for soood-natured waiter, who used to be in the Austrian army and takes all sorts of pains to entertain -room and waits on me I have just had the first fresh drink in thirty-six hours and the first bite of warm food on my fork, when she enters

I rise

"What do youroo," she snaps at the waiter, flaring with anger She turns around and leaves

Meanwhile I thank heaven that I ahts upstairs to my room My small trunk is already there, and aIt is a narrow room without fireplace, without a , but with a small air hole If it weren't so beastly cold, it would remind me of one of the Venetian piombi [Footnote: These were notorious prisons under the leaden roof of the Palace of the Doges] Involuntarily I have to laugh out loud, so that it re-echoes, and I ahter