My own story . of harm; but the accusa-tions it contained were too vile to answer,and I took no steps to repudiate them publicly. I was, by this time, quite used to scandalousreports being circulated about me; I couldhardly ever take up a newspaper without comingupon something about myself, and I read withsome amusement the fabricated accounts ofmy extraordinary and extravagant tastes. Butthe things which really pained and disgusted mewere the unfounded reports about my privatelife. If I spoke to a man he was at once assumedto be my lover, and it was impossible forme to enjoy his friendship wi
My own story . of harm; but the accusa-tions it contained were too vile to answer,and I took no steps to repudiate them publicly. I was, by this time, quite used to scandalousreports being circulated about me; I couldhardly ever take up a newspaper without comingupon something about myself, and I read withsome amusement the fabricated accounts ofmy extraordinary and extravagant tastes. Butthe things which really pained and disgusted mewere the unfounded reports about my privatelife. If I spoke to a man he was at once assumedto be my lover, and it was impossible forme to enjoy his friendship without the worstconstruction being placed upon the circum-stance. My life was absolutely dull. I rode and drove,and in the summer I travelled, and occasionallyvisited papa and mamma who were now quitefriendly to me. My one bright experiencewas in October, 1906, when I received per-mission from the King to have an hour and ahalfs interview with my darling boys. I wasoverjoyed at his kindness, and decided to take. Photograph by the Dover Street Studios, Ltd., London, LOUISA 35i MY OWN STORY 363 Monica to make the acquaintance of her brothersand sisters. The meeting took place at the Saxon Embassyat Munich. Mamma went with me, and I wastold that I must conform to prescribed con-ditions and regtilations as to my was not to be permitted a private interview,and I was expressly forbidden to say a wordabout my departure from Saxony and mypresent mode of life. When we arrived at Munich, we drove to theEmbassy, and the Saxon Ambassador, insteadof waiting for me upstairs, as had been arranged,came down to my carriage, and, kissing myhand, said with tears in his eyes: Come , for yotir little ones anxiously awaittheir mother. We hurried upstairs and he threw open thedoor of the salon. It was a dark day, and thefirst things I saw were the silhouettes of lury andTia who were sitting by the window. I ad-vanced; the room seemed swimming round me;I was overc
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