When we started for our drive the sun was shining brightly on Munich and the air was full of the joyousness of early summer Just as we were about to depart Herr Delbruck the maitre dhotel of the Quatre Saisons where I was staying came down bareheaded to the carriage and after wishing me a pleasant drive said to the coachman still holding his hand on the handle of the carriage door A few months before the lamented death of my husband I might say e...