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Young Countess Salern recognized me at once, and waved her hand to me repeatedly. Baron Rumling, whom I had previously seen in the antechamber, never was so courteous to me as on this occasion. I will soon write to you what passed with Salern. He was very kind, polite, and straightforward. P. S. Ma tres-chere soeur, next time I mean to write you a letter all for yourself.
It would have been a pleasure to me to do this." At these words he half lifted his skull-cap. At ten o'clock I went to court to call on Countess Salern. I dined afterwards with the Brancas. Herr Geheimrath von Branca, having been invited by the French Ambassador, was not at home. He is called "your Excellency."
To-morrow I am to dine with Madame and Madlle. de Branca, the latter being a kind of half pupil of mine, for Sigl seldom comes, and Becke, who usually accompanies her on the flute, is not here. You cannot imagine the delight this causes Count Salern.
Countess Salern is a Frenchwoman, and scarcely knows a word of German; so I have always been in the habit of talking French to her. I do so quite boldly, and she says that I don't speak at all badly, and that I have the good habit of speaking slowly, which makes me more easily understood. She is a most excellent person, and very well-bred. The daughter plays nicely, but fails in time.
But, after a while the thing being grown manifest unto many, there was one who made thereon the song that is yet sung, to wit: Alack! ah, who can the ill Christian be, That stole my pot away?" etc. Alack! ah, who can the ill Christian be, That stole my pot away, My pot of basil of Salern, from me? 'Tis felony to waste another's ware.
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