The Kaiser, looking at her gravely, as if she had solved a mighty problem, said, “I never thought of that, madame.”

The dear lady probably imagines to this day that she is the apostle of diplomacy.  She came to Berlin intending (so she said) to “paint Berlin red.”  She took the list of court people and sent out invitations right and left for her five-o’clock teas, but aristocracy did not respond.  Berlin refused to be painted.

BERLIN, September, 1905.

Dear ——­,—­The Kaiser went to Copenhagen on the Hohenzollern.  Johan and I met Frederick and Nina and stayed with them during the Emperor’s visit.  There was a very large dinner at Fredensburg, a dinner at Charlottenberg (the Crown Prince’s chateau) in honor of the Kaiser.  Prince Carl, who is about to be made King of Norway, was there.  Princess Maud was in England.  The King seemed to be in the best of spirits, and the two sovereigns laughed and joked together.  The Emperor has a great affection for the King, and loves to show his respect and devotion.  He often puts his arm around the King’s shoulder when talking to him.  I will just add here that Johan received another decoration, and Frederick, who is now Minister of Foreign Affairs, received a grand cordon, as well as a bust in bronze of the Kaiser.  My gift from the Emperor is a beautiful gold cigarette-case with his autograph in diamonds on the front, with the imperial crown, also in diamonds.

The Kaiser went to a dinner given in his honor at the Y’s....  Johan, Frederick, Nina, and I were among the guests.  At the end of the rather long dinner a little episode happened which shows how quick the Emperor is to understand a situation and perceive its humorous side.  According to custom, the Emperor occupies the hostess’s place, with her at his right.  Herr Y made signs to his wife across the table, and in a stage whisper begged her to find out from the Emperor if he wished coffee served at table or in the adjoining salon.  The hostess apparently neither heard nor understood; at any rate, she said nothing to the Emperor.  The host asked again, in a stagier whisper, and made signs with his head toward the other room.  Still no answer.  The Emperor, looking over to me (I sat next to the host), said, with a merry twinkle in his eye, “Something wrong in the code of signals.”  A few moments after he said quite casually to the host, “Would you mind if we had coffee in the other salon?”

The Emperor that evening was in excellent spirits.  In his short mess-jacket he looked like a young cadet.  He told us several amusing anecdotes and experiences in a most witty manner.  Nina said to him: 

“Your Majesty, I have been looking in all the shop-windows to-day to see if I could find a good photograph of you.  I wanted to bring it, and was going to ask you to sign it, but—­”

“But you could not find anything handsome enough, hein?” inquired the Emperor, laughing.