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Terry was now visiting her eldest daughter, Annie Crawford, married to Baron Eric von Rabe and living at Lesnian in German Poland.
Baron Eric had served in the Franco-Prussian War with distinction, had been seriously wounded, and obliged to retire from active service.
Here was an entirely new social atmosphere, the most conservative in Europe.
Even before the travellers arrived, the shadow of formality had fallen upon them; for Mrs. Terry had written begging that they would arrive by “first-class” ! At that time the saying was, “Only princes, Americans, and fools travel first-class,” and our mother's rule had been to travel second.
The journey was already a great expense, and the added cost seemed to her useless.
Accordingly, she bought second-class tickets to a neighboring station and first-class ones from there to Czerwinsk.
This entailed turning out in the middle of the night and waiting an hour for the splendid express carrying the stiff and magnificently upholstered first-class carriages, whose red plush seats and cushions were nothing like so comfortable as the old grey, cloth-lined, secondclass carriages!
Still, the travellers arrived looking as proud as they could, wearing their best frocks and bonnets.
They travelled with the Englishwoman's outfit.
“Three suits.
Hightum, tightum, and scrub.”
“Hightum” was for any chance festivity, “tightum” for the table d'hote, “scrub” for everyday travelling.
The question of the three degrees was anxiously discussed on this occasion; it was finally decided that only “hightum” would come up to the Von Rabe standard.
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