“Where do you come from?”
“From Cologne.”
“Is this the first time you have been to Stuttgart?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Do you think of staying long?”
“For five or six days, if your highness will allow me.”
“Certainly, you may stay as long as you like, and you may clap when you please.”
“I shall profit by your permission, my lord.”
“Good.”
I sat down again, and the whole audience settled down to the play. Soon after, an actor sung an air which the duke applauded, and of course all the courtiers, but not caring much for the song I sat still—everyone to his taste. After the ballet the duke went to the favourite’s box, kissed her hand, and left the theatre. An official, who was sitting by me and did not know that I was acquainted with the Gardella, told me that as I had had the honour of speaking to the prince I might obtain the honour of kissing his favourite’s hand.