3 P.M.—Still hysterical.
4 P.M.—Ditto.
5 P.M.—Ditto.
6 P.M.—Arrive. Refuse to hire a voiture. Tell the omnibus conductor, with the aid of the Phrasebook, that his tariff of fares is "utterly ridiculous." Set out on foot in search of a gasthaus of moderate pretensions, where no English have been to demoralise the landlord and raise the prices.
7. P.M.—Still searching.
8 P.M.—Ditto.
9 P.M.—Ditto.
10 P.M.—Ditto.
11 P.M.—Find what we want at last, in a dark alley, turning out of a side street, running precipitously to the river. Dine at the late table d'hôte with one commercial traveller, on pickled cherries, raw bacon, cabbage, sugar biscuits, horseflesh, and petrified figs.
12 Midnight.—Retire, and have nightmare.