The three friends went in spite of bad weather to the Tivoli on foot.

In the Belle Alliance Strasse they came upon groups of workmen going in the same direction as themselves, and as they reached the place in the Lichterfelder Strasse, they were accompanied by a long stream of people.

At the entrance to the club they found themselves in the midst of a crowd, and could only advance very slowly unless, like the others, they pushed and elbowed their way.

Mounting a few steps they reached an enormous garden, lighted by the fitful beams of the moon as she emerged from the clouds, and a few gaslamps.

On the right was a Gothic building, which would have been sufficiently handsome if built in stone, but with barbarous taste had been executed in wood.