That evening there was a state banquet, served in the _Weissesaal_, at which the Kaiser read his speech in English to the King, and the King read his reply. I sat between Lord Granville and Sir Charles Hardinge, between a cross-fire of wit and fun. The court orchestra, up in the gallery, played subdued music during the dinner, so that conversation was possible. Their four Majesties sat next to one another on one side of the table, and the _Chancelier de l'Empire_ sat opposite the Empress. The English Embassy and ourselves were the only diplomats among the hundred guests. The bonbons which were served with the fruit had photographs of King Edward, the Queen, and the German Imperial family, and were, as is the custom, handed to the pages. These offerings are meant, I suppose, as a polite attention, and little souvenirs of the occasion, but the guests for whom the bonbons are intended go away empty-handed. These pages belong to the highest families in Germany, and are present at all court functions, such as balls and dinners, and stand behind the chairs of the royal personages at the table. [Illustration: COUNT HATZFELDT From a recent photograph. He was Prime Minister of Germany and German Ambassador to London, brother-in-law of Madame de Hegermann-Lindencrone. The picture shows over sixty decorations, all the important ones of Europe, which have been given him. It is custom that the decorations of orders in diamonds are kept by the family after the death of the recipient. All other orders go back to the governments bestowing them.] After dinner we went into the long gallery, which in one part was arranged as a _salon_, with _fauteuils_ and chairs in circle. To show what a wonderful memory King Edward has, he said to me: "Do you remember a song you used to sing [I thought he was going to say 'Beware'] with something about, 'I mean the daughter'?" "Yes, your Majesty, I remember very well. It was, 'I know a lady, a Mrs. Brady.'" "Yes, that was it...'and has a daughter,' wasn't it?" I said, "What a memory your Majesty has! Fancy remembering that all these years. It was when your Majesty came to Sommerberg to play tennis with Paul Hatzfeldt." "That was a long time ago," continued King Edward. "I was stopping then with the King and the Queen of Denmark at Wiesbaden. I remember it all so well. Poor Hatzfeldt. You know what Bismarck said about him?" "Was it not something about his being the best horse in his stable?" "That is it," the King answered. "You have a good memory, too. How is Countess Raben?" "You mean 'the daughter'?" The King laughed. "Yes, I mean 'the daughter.'" We did not stay long after the dinner, as evidently their Majesties were fatigued after their journey. The King coughed incessantly, and the Queen looked very tired. I think that she is beginning to look very like her mother, the dear old Queen.