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groomed. Gradually Miss Hall and I emerged
hand in hand from our natural obscurity into
the higher spheres of society. I went out a good
deal that winter. I had still a lot to learn from
these easy-going idlers, their capacity for doing
nothing, their good spirits, their good sleep
puzzled me. Miss Hall now kept a special diary
of the social events of my daily life. Beaming
with pride she trotted about in her best frock
leaving my cards right and left. The lustre of
our ascending star grew brighter and brighter,
higher and higher went our way, nothing could
stop us any more. One day as Miss Hall was
walking with the dogs in the Villa Borghese a
lady with a black poodle on her lap signalled to
her to come up to her carriage. The lady patted
the Lapland dog and said it was she who had
given Tappio as a tiny puppy to the doctor.
Miss Hall felt her old knees shaking under her,
it was H.R.H. the Crown Princess of Sweden!
A beautiful gentleman, seated by her illustrious
side, stretched out his hand with a charming
smile and actually said:
“Hullo, Miss Hall, I have heard a lot about
you from the doctor.”
It was H.R.H. Prince Max of Baden, the
husband of nobody less than the niece of her
beloved Queen Alexandra! From that
memorable day Miss Hall abandoned the smart set of
the Grand Hôtel to devote all her spare time to
royalties, there were at least half-a-dozen of
them that winter in Rome. She stood for hours
outside their hotels waiting for a chance to see
them coming in or out, she watched them with
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