The frowsy woman who sat at the desk in the lobby of the great Friederichsbad and sold bath tickets, not only insulted me twice every day, with rigid fidelity to her great trust, but she took trouble enough to cheat me out of a shilling, one day, to have fairly entitled her to ten.

Baden-Baden's splendid gamblers are gone, only her microscopic knaves remain.
An English gentleman who had been living there several years, said: "If you could disguise your nationality, you would not find any insolence here.

These shopkeepers detest the English and despise the Americans; they are rude to both, more especially to ladies of your nationality and mine.

If these go shopping without a gentleman or a man-servant, they are tolerably sure to be subjected to petty insolences--insolences of manner and tone, rather than word, though words that are hard to bear are not always wanting.

I know of an instance where a shopkeeper tossed a coin back to an American lady with the remark, snappishly uttered, 'We don't take French money here.' And I know of a case where an English lady said to one of these shopkeepers, 'Don't you think you ask too much for this article ?' and he replied with the question, 'Do you think you are obliged to buy it ?' However, these people are not impolite to Russians or Germans.