As we pass the entrance to the Gardens of the Linnisches Bad, we see the lamps springing into light, and the people gayly yet quietly trooping in, while on the soft evening air comes the swell of merry music.
"Stop! stop!" cry I, springing up, excitedly.

"Let us go in.

I _love_ a band! It is almost as good as a circus.

May we, general?
Do you mind?
Would it bore you ?" Five minutes more, and we are sitting at a little round table, each with a tall green glass of Mai-Trank before us, and a brisk Uhlanenritt in our ears.

I look round with a pleasant sense of dissipation.