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BISMARCK thrown the long, stiff hairs of his eyebrows, bristling straight out, like quills.

At the touch of the Princess he relaxed and relented. Going slowly to the window, leaning heavily on his cane, he stepped to the balcony. The hochs poured into the window, louder and louder; bands played, trumpets blared, and in this pandemonium of sound I waited, wondering. I am not a hero-worshipper, and do not fear men. I admire great men. Under the frown of this giant I was perfectly calm. When he returned I bowed, and after expressing a sincere regret for being the cause of any additional pain or annoyance to him, turned and, bowing to the Princess, left the room and the castle. As I was hurrying through the doorway to the street, a voice calling me by name caused me to turn, and I saw, running behind me, Dr. Chrysander, who on joining me said, "Mr. Hamilton, you must come back; the Prince will be very angry if you leave the castle without first breakfasting." To this I replied, with indignation, for although I sympathized entirely with the Prince's outraged feelings, a rising sense of disappointment and displeasure had overcome me, "Breakfast! Why, I did not come all the way from London to breakfast with Prince Bismarck. I came to paint him." "That is all very well," returned the Doctor, "but the Prince will consider it a great breach of hospitality if you go away without breakfast—he will be very angry with me." "But," I interposed, "how can I sit down with the Prince after he has spoken to me as he has just done?" "Oh! that is nothing; but rules of hospitality are very important." So I was led back, and prepared to join the family at table.

The Prince then explained to me that he had given