. The days that are no more, some reminiscences . house. It was most amusing tosee him as he went away from such soirees,half crying, half laughing on the stairs, wavinghis handkerchief with a gesture peculiarly hisown, then putting it to his eyes to dry theflood that streamed from them, and exclaim-ing : Our little lot—we are really tooabsurd ! At one of these ineffably tediousparties—it was at Minister von Alschaus inthe Biirgerwiese, at the corner of the Liitti-chaustrasse—I remarked to Solms, who wasabout to enter a drawing-room in which acrowd of most boring people had assembled, Dont go
. The days that are no more, some reminiscences . house. It was most amusing tosee him as he went away from such soirees,half crying, half laughing on the stairs, wavinghis handkerchief with a gesture peculiarly hisown, then putting it to his eyes to dry theflood that streamed from them, and exclaim-ing : Our little lot—we are really tooabsurd ! At one of these ineffably tediousparties—it was at Minister von Alschaus inthe Biirgerwiese, at the corner of the Liitti-chaustrasse—I remarked to Solms, who wasabout to enter a drawing-room in which acrowd of most boring people had assembled, Dont go in there—it reeks of indiscretion of mine is still brought upagainst me to this day. With Freiherr von Beust, who was theSaxon Foreign Minister, and together withFreiherr von Dalwig, of Hesse-Darmstadt,played a leading political part in the Con-federation, we were on very friendly terms,and I stood well with his wife, a von Jordanby birth, who figured in the gallery of beautiesbelonging to Ludwig I., King of PRINCESS PAULINE METTERNICH, l86l Our First Diplomatic Post Count Beust was a man of great intellectualgifts and very witty. He was a most un-faithful husband, and his wife was far fromtolerant of his infidelities. Thus there weremany quarrels between the two, and asMathilde Beust was remarkably outspoken,these domestic affairs were often thrashedout in public. She usually had the last word,as Beust in such cases would silently let thestorm sweep over him. Once, at a big officialdinner that they were giving at the ForeignOffice to the Diplomatic Corps—she was ina particularly bad temper that day—she askedher husband, who was sitting opposite her,and that, too, in a very loud voice, so that thewhole table could hear : Why is the sweetcalled pudding a la Nesselrode $ Becauseit was invented by Count Nesselrodes famouscook. Ah ! she snapped, then ourcook ought to invent a dish called porkcutlets a la Beust ! 1 As may well be imagined,
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