MARK TWAIN

man in Vienna whose head was turned and whose heart
sorely needed mending. 'Leschy/ with his usual keen-
ness, quickly sized up the situation and made a witty
remark to a group of young fellows gathered about him:
'Boys/ he said, 'it seems to me that you are all suffering
from the same trouble—"Delirium Clemens."'

"Such little sallies of wit often flashed out in Leschet-
izky's remarks. He was a brilliant conversationalist, an
engrossing story-teller and a mimic whose powers would
have carried him far in the theatrical profession. He
uttered many an epigram which his auditors cherished."

Wednesday, Feb. 2. Our wedding anniversary—28
years married. The first sorrow came in the first year—-
the death of Livy's father. Our Susy died Aug. 18, '96—
the cloud is permanent now.

Feb. 4. Our betrothal day.

At the lecture the other night, Madame de Laschowska
introduced us to Her Royal Highness Countess Bardi, a
Princess of the Portuguese Royal House by marriage,
sister to the Austrian Archduchess Marie Theresa (widow
of the Archduke Ludwig, and mother to the Archduke
Otto, heir to the Imperial throne). The Countess Bardi
was very cordial—very beautiful, too, in both body and
spirit—and so we took counsel of the wise and the know-
ing, and learned that it would be proper etiquette for us
to drive to the Palace between 12 and 2 today and write
our names in her visitors' book in the portier's office.

So we drove there; got by the sentinels without acci-
dent, and told the finely uniformed portier what our
errand was. He said:

"You are Americans?"

"Yes."

"You are expected. Her Royal Highness is out, but she
will be in in a minute."

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