He left the place with his Baroness, and his return to it was characteristic. The first time that Zeppelin's airship passed over the town, he was in it, hanging out of the car, shouting and throwing down postcards! As _Siegfried_ in "Goetterdaemmerung," he left an ineffaceable impression on me. I have never seen it equalled by any tenor. When he gazes at _Brünnhilde's_ ring, and his memory fails to recall just what it means to him, his puzzled look of baffled memory, the ray of understanding that almost pierced his forgetfulness, all were suggested in so tremendous a way that one saw inside his brain,--and all this utterly without exaggerated mannerisms. I seemed to find favour in his sight, and during the _Dalila_ rehearsals he made hot love to me. In the performance, when _Dalila_ sinks into his arms on the couch, he nearly upset me by saying fervently out loud: "_Ach! endlich weiss man was est ist ein schoenes Weib im Arm zu haben?_" ("Ah! at last one knows what it is to have a beautiful woman in one's arms.") I considered this a distinct reflection on his adoring Baroness, and withheld the signs of delight he no doubt expected. He told me once, one only wish he had,--just to see my _Spinne_, or _lingerie_ closet. One day, as we were all in the greenroom, during a rehearsal, waiting our turn to be called to the stage, I saw S----'s eyes transfixed with horror. Looking in the direction he pointed I saw the opera soubrette Z----, putting on her rubbers and crossing her legs in doing so. This action revealed to our delighted gaze trouserettes of red striped canton flannel, shirred into a band half way between calf and ankle, and there adorned with a blanket-stitched frill of the same material. S---- was too sickened by the sight to do more than helplessly gasp, "Typical!" to me. A curious person; fastidious, sensual, unquestionably endowed with genius, he just couldn't behave. He was asked to sing _Siegfried_ once, at a neighbouring opera house, on very short notice. He had to dress in the train in order to be there on time when the curtain went up. Fellow travellers, who saw him enter the train dressed in the ordinary way, were rather horrified to see a half-naked savage emerge at the journey's end; but S---- was quite impervious to the sensation he created. He never wore the hideous tights most _Siegfrieds_ try to make you think are skin, but his splendid shoulders rose naked from his bearskin, and his bare legs were bound with furry thongs.