nation of genuine international hospitality with a sort of pleasurable playing at something hitherto only known through the medium of books.
My own acquaintance with the toy of royalty is very limited, having been confined, so far as personal conversation goes, to one emperor and his empress.
It was enough at least to furnish a standard, and to diminish the importance of minor interviews.
One must draw the line somewhere, and I might perhaps draw it at emperors.
His Imperial Majesty of Brazil was certainly a well-informed man, with a creditable appreciation of Whittier's poetry.
There was a curious little lady-in-waiting, I remember, who went round reminding people that her Imperial Majesty was a Bourbon.
But I must admit, for one, that I had been sitting beside the empress on a sofa for some time, chatting as composedly as I should have done with any other middle-aged lady, before it occurred to me how incongruous was my attitude with the dignity that once hedged her great na