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Updated: July 9, 2025
"Who is Miss Dunbar's guardian?" the prince demanded alertly. He sat down by the table and took out a notebook and papers. "But settlements? Is not that a little premature?" she ventured. "She has not accepted you." "HE may not accept my financial proposals. It is business, you see. The gentle ladies, even die Amerikaner, do not comprehend business.
I thought he would eat me, he looked so offended, and roared out, "Nein, nein, das Zimmer ist voll." Then was my moment. I pulled out the little white card and addressed him not too timidly either, for hadn't I the great American people behind me? He caught the words, "American Consul," which drew him up to salute and in the most lamb-like voice he murmured, "Ach, ja, Amerikaner," and let me pass.
"Der Herr Amerikaner has the passionate eyes of an admirer, a devout lover," murmured the sentimental musician from Berlin. "Or an American husband!" said Roscius from Odessa. "Sometimes!" added the Frenchman cynically. "I haf met him," observed the Herr Musikaner, "at the hotel. We haf talked together, once or twice. He has been in South America Argentine, ich glaube and has made a fortune there.
The entrance of the naval officer relieved the strain, for the two branches of the Kaisers armed might were soon after the usual gymnastics engaged in conversation. They were not men to discuss their business before a stranger. Once I caught the word Amerikaner uttered in a low voice, but though their looks told that they regarded me as an intruder in their country they said nothing on that point.
Carl left his card, and wondered if anything would come of it. The very next afternoon, such a glowing account of the Amerikaner the Weiser Boch lady must have given, a real truly German student, in his corps cap and ribbons, called at our home the stiffest, most decorous heel-clicking German student I ever was to see.
"Ich bin ein Amerikaner ein correspondent," I explained to the row of angry faces; and while my German friend soothed and reassured his testy compatriots, I moved away, glad enough to escape another visit to jail. Those personally conducted jail tours were not so bad, I had found, with a handsome gendarme at your side; but a howling crowd was altogether another matter.
The two Germans, posed like ramrods, expected to see such informality shoved out bodily. Instead, when they took their leave, the Herr Professor had actually patted the Amerikaner on the shoulder, and said he guessed he would give the lectures. Then his report in Gothein's Seminar, which went so well that I fairly burst with pride. He had worked day and night on that.
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