To Mr.
Schnackenberger, who had taken up the very extraordinary conceit that his large person had some attractions about it, there could naturally be nothing very surprising in all this: and he felt himself called upon not to be wanting to himself, but to push his good fortune.

Accordingly, he kept constantly about the person of the princess: let her move in what direction she would, there was Mr.Jeremiah Schnackenberger at hand ready to bewitch her with his conversation; and, having discovered that she was an amateur of botany, and purposed visiting a botanical garden on the following day, he besieged her with offers of his services in the capacity of guide.
'Possibly, when the time comes,' said the princess, aloud, 'I shall avail myself of your goodness;' and the visible displeasure, with which she withdrew herself from his worrying importunities, so obviously disposed all the bystanders to smile--that Mr.Schnackenberger himself became alive to his own _betise_, and a blush of shame and vexation suffused his countenance.

What served at the moment greatly to exasperate these feelings, was the behaviour of a certain Mr.Von Pilsen--who had from the first paid uncommon attention to the very extraordinary phenomenon presented by Mr.Schnackenberger's person--had watched the whole course of the persecutions with which he had distressed the princess--and at this moment seemed quite unable to set any bounds to his laughter.

In extreme dudgeon, Mr.Schnackenberger hastened into one of the most remote apartments, and flung himself back upon a sofa.

Covering his, eyes with his hands, he saw none of the numbers who passed by him.