occupying a pulpit, and that in a Roman Catholic church. It came about in this way. I was at Innsbrück when the marriage took place of the daughter of the Governor of Tyrol, Count Taaffe, with some distinguished nobleman.
The cathedral was crammed with all the élite of the place, and there was no seeing the blush on the cheek of the bride, for there was no seeing the bride at all for the crowd. Beside me were two very well-dressed ladies who were extremely troubled at this. I believe, however, they were more anxious to have a good sight of the bridegroom than of the bride.
"My dear Ottilie," whispered one to the other, "this will never do. I must, I positively must see them."
"But how, Nottburg, sweetest, is that to be done? We cannot get into the gallery, that is packed."
"My angel! packed or not packed, I simply must see the ceremony. I shall die if I don't."
"What can be done? There are women standing on the rails of the side altars."
