[1] King George of Greece who was assassinated in 1913.

She told me that Bernstorff was the first home she and the King had lived in after their marriage, when he was Prince, and they love it so much that they prefer it to the larger castles.  They go to Fredensborg in the autumn.  The Grand-Duchess Dagmar and the Princess of Wales, when they come to Bernstorff in the summer, sleep in the room which they shared as children.

I cannot tell you how nice the royal family are to me.

We were present at a state ball at Christiansborg.  On arriving we passed up a magnificent staircase and went through many large salons, the walls of which were covered with fine tapestries and old Spanish leather, and a long gallery of beautiful pictures, before we reached the salon where I belonged according to my rank (every one is placed according to the rules of the protocol).

Their Majesties entered.  The Queen looked dazzlingly brilliant.  She wore all the crown jewels and had some splendid pearls on her neck.  The King looked superb in his uniform.  They were followed by the Princess Thyra (the young and sympathetic Princess with eyes like a gazelle), and the youngest son, Prince Valdemar.

The Crown Prince and Princess were already there.  She also had some wonderful jewels, inherited, they said, from her mother, who was of the royal family of Holland.

Their Majesties were very gracious to me.  The King even did me the honor to waltz with me.  He dances like a young man of twenty.  He went from one lady to another and gave them each a turn.  I was taken to supper by a person whose duty it was to attend to me—­I forget his name.  The King danced the cotillon.  You will hardly see that anywhere else—­a gentleman of sixty dancing a cotillon.

The principal street in Copenhagen is Ostergade, where all the best shops are.  It is very narrow.  People sometimes stop and hold conversations across the street, and perambulating nurses, lingering at the shop windows, hold up the traffic.

There is a very pretty square called Amagertorv, where all the peasant women assemble, looking very picturesque in their national dresses, with their little velvet caps embroidered in gold, and their Quaker-like bonnets with a fichu tied over them.  They quite fill up the square with flowers, fruits, and vegetables, and stand in the open air by their wares in spite of wind, rain, and weather.

Around the corner, in front of Christiansborg Castle, by the canal, your nose will inform you that this is the fish-market, where the fish are brought every morning, wriggling and gasping in the nets in which they have been caught overnight.  It is a very interesting sight to see all the hundreds of boats in the canal, which runs through the center of the town.

The other evening there was a large musical soiree given at Amalienborg.  I won’t tell you the names of those who were present, as you would not know them, but they are the most prominent names here.