a voice deliberately raised a good deal above its natural pitch.  I got fearfully excited, especially at what appeared to be an inexplicable disregard for the peace of one’s neighbour implied by such conduct.  At two o’clock in the morning I leaped out of bed, rang the bell continuously until the waiter awoke, and asked him to take me to a bedroom in one of the remotest parts of the inn.  We moved there and then, not without attracting the attention of our neighbours, upon whom, however, the circumstance made no impression.  The next morning I was much astonished to see Marie appear as usual, quite unembarrassed, and without showing the least traces of anything exceptional having occurred.  I now learned that everybody connected with the Princess was thoroughly accustomed to such disturbances.  Here, too, the house soon filled with all sorts of guests:  Herwegh and his wife came, Dr. Wille and his wife, Kirchner, and several others, and before long our life in the Hecht yielded nothing, in point of activity, to our life in the Hotel Baur.  The excuse for all this, as I have said, was the society concert of the musical club of St. Gall.  At the rehearsal, to my genuine delight, Liszt impressed two of his compositions, Orpheus and the Prelude, upon the orchestra with complete success, in spite of the limited resources at his command.  The performance turned out to be a really fine one, and full of spirit.  I was especially delighted with the Orpheus and with the finely proportioned orchestral work, to which I had always assigned a high place of honour among Liszt’s compositions.  On the other hand, the special favour of the public was awarded to the Prelude, of which the greater part was encored.  I conducted the Eroica Symphony of Beethoven under very painful conditions, as I always caught cold on such occasions, and generally became feverish afterwards.  My conception and rendering of Beethoven’s work made a powerful impression upon Liszt, whose opinion was the only one which had any real weight with me.  We watched each other over our work with a closeness and sympathy that was genuinely instructive.  At night we had to take part in a little supper in our honour, which was the occasion for expressing the noble and deep sentiments of the worthy citizens of St. Gall concerning the significance of our visit.  As I was regaled with a most complimentary panegyric by a poet, it was necessary for me to respond with equal seriousness and eloquence.  In his dithyrambic enthusiasm, Liszt went so far as to suggest a general clinking of glasses, signifying approval of his suggestion that the new theatre of St. Gall should be opened with a model performance of Lohengrin.  No one offered any objection.  The next day, the 24th of November, we all met, for various festivities, in the house of an ardent lover of music, Herr Bourit, a rich merchant of St. Gall.  Here we had some pianoforte music, and Liszt played to us, among other things, the great Sonata of Beethoven