Poor gentleman; and the French are driven dismally out of Linz; and the Austrians are spreading like a lava-flood or general conflagration over Baiern--Demon Mentzel, whom they call Colonel Mentzel, he (if we knew it) is in Munchen itself, just as we are getting crowned here! And unless King Friedrich, who is falling into Mahren, in the flank of them, call back this Infernal Chase a little, what hope is there in those parts!--The poor Kaiser, oftenest in his bed, is courting all manner of German Princes,--consulting with Seckendorfs, with cunning old stagers.

He has managed to lead my Margraf into a foolish bargain, about raising men for him.

Which bargain I, on fairly getting sight of it, persuade my Margraf to back out of; and, in the end, he does so.

Meanwhile, it detains us some time longer in Frankfurt, which is still full of Principalities, busy with visitings and ceremonials.
Among other things, by way of forwarding that Bargain I was so averse to, our Official People had settled that I could not well go without having seen the Empress, after her crowning.

Foolish people; entangling me in new intricacies! For if she is a Kaiser's Daughter and Kaiser's Spouse, am not I somewhat too?
"How a King's Daughter and an Empress are to meet, was probably never settled by example: what number of steps down stairs does she come?
The arm-chair (FAUTEUIL), is that to be denied me ?" And numerous other questions.