It took me months to assure myself that those fears were groundless, but I did assure myself at last by experimenting diligently through my agent.

I made Harris get up and bow and leave; invariably his bow was returned, then I got up and bowed myself and retired.
Thus my education proceeded easily and comfortably for me, but not for Harris.

Three courses of a table d'hote dinner were enough for me, but Harris preferred thirteen.
Even after I had acquired full confidence, and no longer needed the agent's help, I sometimes encountered difficulties.

Once at Baden-Baden I nearly lost a train because I could not be sure that three young ladies opposite me at table were Germans, since I had not heard them speak; they might be American, they might be English, it was not safe to venture a bow; but just as I had got that far with my thought, one of them began a German remark, to my great relief and gratitude; and before she got out her third word, our bows had been delivered and graciously returned, and we were off.
There is a friendly something about the German character which is very winning.

When Harris and I were making a pedestrian tour through the Black Forest, we stopped at a little country inn for dinner one day; two young ladies and a young gentleman entered and sat down opposite us.
They were pedestrians, too.