Italian Letters of a Diplomat's Wife: January-May, 1880; February-April, 1904Waddington, Mary King
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Italian Letters of a Diplomat's Wife: January-May, 1880; February-April, 1904
Waddington, Mary King
Rome (Italy) -- Social life and customs
and as the party was small, general conversation was quite easy. The
talk was all in French, which really was very amiable for us--we were
the only foreigners present, and naturally if we hadn't been there every
one would have spoken German. After dinner she made a short "cercle,"
standing in the middle of the room, all of us around her, then made a
sign to W. to come and talk to her, sat down on the big sofa, he on a
chair next, and they talked for about half an hour. We all remained
standing. I asked Keudell about his piano. He told me that he liked the
Erard grand very much, but that they didn't stand travelling well. In a
few moments the Princess told us all to sit down, particularly Keudell,
who looked quite white and exhausted. I sat by Madame Keudell, and as
she is very fond of Italy, and Rome in particular, we got on very well.
When the Princess had finished her talk with W. she came over and sat
down by me--was most charming and easy. She has the Queen's beautiful
smile, and such an expressive face. We spoke English; she asked me if I
had become very French (I wonder?)--that she had always heard American
women were so adaptable, taking at once their husband's nationality when
they married foreigners. She had always remained very fond of England
and English ways--the etiquette and formality of the German Court had
tried her at first. She asked me, of course, how many children I
had--said one was not enough. "If anything should happen to him, what
would your life be?" and then spoke a great deal about the son she lost
last summer by diphtheria, said he was the most promising of all her
children, and she sometimes thought she never could be resigned. I said
that her life was necessarily so full, she had so many obligations of
all kinds, had so many to think about, that she would be taken out of
herself. "Ah, yes, there is much to do, and one can't sit down with
one's sorrow, but the mother who has lost her child carries a heavy
heart all her life." It was all so simply said--so womanly. She said she
was very glad to meet W. again, thought he looked very well--was sure
the change and rest were doing him good. She regretted his departure
from the Quai d'Orsay and public life generally. I told her he was still
a Senator, and always interested in politics. I didn't think a few
months' absence at this time would affect his political career much, and
that he found so much to interest him that he really didn't miss the
busy, agitated life he had been leading for so long. She said she
intended to spend a quiet fortnight here as a tourist, seeing all she
could. She then talked to all the other ladies, and about ten said
she was tired and would go to her own rooms. She shook hands with the
ladies, the men kissed her hand, and when she got to the door she turned
and made a very pretty curtsey to us all. We stayed on about a quarter
of an hour.
[Illustration: Victoria, Crown Princess of Germany.]
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