Then we were boys together, and then it was I earned his love and confidence.
At such times we used to leave the Hapsburg ancestry to care for itself and dumped Hapsburg dignity into the moat.

But the crowning good I had brought to him was this journey into the world.

The boy loathed the clinging dignities that made of him, at home, a royal automaton, tricked out in tarnished gold lace, faded velvets, and pompous airs.

He often spoke of the pleasures I had given him.

One evening at Grote's inn I answered:-- "Nonsense, Max, nonsense," though I was so pleased with his gratitude I could have wept.
"It is not nonsense.