He also secured a number of views of the mountain side, of some
odd little dwelling houses, and two or three interesting
exposures of red-robed children. Everybody, from the children
up, wore loose robes, some red, some black, some blue, but all
in solid colors. Beneath these robes were baggy trousers and
blouses among the men, short skirts among the women. All wore
low boots and a sort of turban. These costumes, of course, were
confined to the native civilians. At the hotel the garb of the
aristocrats was vastly different. The women were gowned after
the latest Viennese patterns, and the men, except those of the
army, wore clothes almost as smart as those which covered the
Americans. Miss Guggenslocker--or whatever her name might
be--and her carriage companion were as exquisitely gowned as
any women to be seen on the boulevards or in Hyde Park of an
afternoon.

It was late in the afternoon when they returned to the hotel.
After dinner, during which they were again objects of interest,
they strolled off towards the castle, smoking their cigars and
enjoying the glorious air. Being a stranger in a strange land,
Lorry acted on the romantic painter's advice and also stuck a
revolver in his pocket. He laughed at the suggestion tha
there might be use for the weapon in such a quiet, model,
well-regulated town, but Anguish insisted:

"I've seen a lot of these fellows around town who look like
genuine brigands and cutthroats, and I think it just as well
that we be prepared," asserted he, positively, and his friend
gratified what he called a whim.