So much for correct information, thought I.

One thing, however, is certain--to the chance interchange of passports I owe my safety, with the additional satisfaction that my little German acquaintance is reaping a pleasant retribution for all his worry and annoyance of me in the coupe.
Only he who has toiled over the weary miles of a long journey -- exclusively occupied with one thought--one overpowering feeling--can adequately commiserate my impatient anxiety as the days rolled slowly over on the long tiresome road that leads from the Rhine to the south of Germany.
The morning was breaking on the fourth day of my journey as the tall spires of Munich rose to my view, amid the dull and arid desert of sand that city is placed in.

At last! was my exclamation as the postilion tapped at the window with his whip, and then pointed towards the city.
At last! Oh! what would be the extacy of my feelings now could I exchange the torturing anxieties of suspense for the glorious certainty my heart throbs for; now my journey is nearing its end to see me claim as my own what I now barely aspire to in the sanguine hope of a heart that will not despair.

But cheer up, Harry.

It is a noble stake you play for; and it is ever the bold gambler that wins.