I was at the station at eight o"clock. It is pitch-dark here at that hour. I pitied J. when I thought of his having to dress in full uniform in the little hotel at Kathrineholm.
The King and his four sons and gentlemen and ladies belonging to the court and society quite filled the room appropriated to royalty in Stockholm station.
The train steamed in, and steps were placed at the door of the car. The Crown Princess descended, followed by the Crown Prince, Prince Christian, Princess Louise (the eldest daughter), and Prince Hans (the King of Denmark"s brother).
There was a great deal of kissing. The Princess was beaming with joy, and said a word to every one.
The dinner at court was at six. It was a family dinner, and as such the Queen was able to be present. As a rule, she is not present at large dinners, because of her health. The King gave his arm to our Princess, the Crown Prince took the Queen. Prince Carl gave me his arm and put me on the left of the King.
During the repast the King asked me if I had read his book of travels.
I regretted to say that I had not. Then he called his _cha.s.seur_, who always stands behind his chair, and told him to beg the adjutant to see that a copy of the book should be sent to me.
He talked a great deal of Paris, of his admiration for the Empress Eugenie, and how he had enjoyed his visit during the Exposition of 1867. He said, "Do you remember our excursion in my little boat when you, the Princess Mathilde, and Marquis Callifet did me the honor to come with me?"
"Yes, I remember very well, but I think the honor was on our side."
"Do you remember," he said, "the guitar, and those delightful songs you sang--"Beware?" Do you remember?"
I remembered, certainly, and wondered if I had ever sung anything else in my life.
"And our going to the Rothschilds" place near Boulogne," he continued, "where the porter refused to let us enter the park?"
"Yes," I replied. "But when he heard who you were all the doors were thrown wide open."
"Those were pleasant days," the King said with a sigh of recollection.
"I was a good friend of yours, and never will I change."
"I hope you never will, your Majesty."
"Never," he said. "When once I am a friend, I am a friend for always, and I shall always be a good friend to you." And, taking up my hand from the table, he kissed it--a most embarra.s.sing moment for me!
Our ball was a great success. Perhaps you don"t know how festivities belonging to royal visits are managed. Entertainments are prearranged three or four weeks before the arrival of the royal guests.
I had never entertained royalty before, therefore I was naturally rather nervous. I sent to Nice for kilos of flowers, and to Rome for mosaic brooches and little _fiaschettis_, which I filled with perfume.
I sent to Paris for canes and card-cases and silver pencils, and arranged a surprise for my guests. This was a fancy-dress quadrille, to be danced by sixteen young people at the beginning of the cotillon.
Four couples were dressed as shepherds and shepherdesses in different-colored satins, with powdered hair and bright ribbons. The other four were dressed as _incroyables_.
The great problem was how to arrange the different suppers, of which there must be five or six. The royalties must have a room to themselves. There must be three separate suppers for the other guests, two for the dancers, and two buffets going on all the evening.
In the ballroom a dais was arranged with a red brocade for a background, on which were two red chairs for the King and the Crown Princess.
After giving the last orders J. and I stood at the doors to receive our guests, who soon began pouring in. People in Sweden are always very punctual, and arrive precisely at the time for which they are invited.
Of course, when royalty is present one should be a little earlier.
Here the host always names the hour when the carriages are to be ordered. I think this is very wise, because if the poor horses had to stand out in the cold, waiting until their masters chose to go home, they would freeze to death. Fortunately, my dress, ordered from Paris, arrived just the day before.
At half past nine the servant announced the arrival of the royal carriages. J. and the secretaries flew downstairs, two servants raced after them, each carrying a candelabrum of six lighted candles. After J. had helped the King from the carriage he took the candelabra from the servants and preceded the King up the stairs to where I stood, according to custom, on the threshold of the door. I presented to the Crown Princess a large bouquet of red and white roses (the Danish colors), with long streaming ribbons to match, and a smaller bouquet to the Princess Louise.
The _tambour_, a curious name given to an antechamber in Sweden, seemed overflowing with dazzling uniforms and showy liveries. It was a very cold night, and all the guests were m.u.f.fled up to the tips of their noses when they came in. The display of india-rubbers was stupendous.
You can see how necessary were the twenty-two large porcelain stoves which, in Sweden, are built into the walls. For my ballroom I was obliged to add an American stove of the kind one fills once a day from the top.
The King gave me his arm, and as we entered the _salon_ every one courtesied to the ground. Then the Crown Princess came in with J.
Tea was pa.s.sed, and when the usual ceremonies like presentations and greetings were finished, the _quadrille d"honneur_ commenced.
The King took his place on the dais and watched the dancing.
At eleven o"clock supper was announced. In entering the supper-room the King gave me his arm, the others following.
We were fifteen at our table, ten of whom were royalties.
J. did not sit down to supper with us, as it is not the custom in Sweden for the host to absent himself from the rest of his guests.
Now came the moment for the surprise!
When the royal guests were seated on the dais, sufficient s.p.a.ce was made in front of them, the door opened from a side-room, and the dancers entered.
I think those sixteen young people showed much self-denial to be willing to forego the early pleasures of the ball, as they had to do, and give up the time when others were dancing to being dressed, wigged, powdered, and painted. I had to put four rooms at their disposal, two for the ladies with their maids, one for the gentlemen and their valets, and one for their refreshments and supper.
The shepherds and shepherdesses looked and danced their quadrille charmingly. The music for this was the mazurka from "Romeo and Juliet."
When the _incroyables_ came in there was a murmur of admiration. They were beautifully dressed. They wore black satin costumes, and the ladies had white ruffs round their necks. The gentlemen wore high collars and lace jabots. Each had a long stick in his hand and a monocle in his eye. The shepherds stood back while the _incroyables_ danced their quadrille. The music of this was the "Gavotte Louis XIII."
As I had chosen the eight prettiest girls in Stockholm, the effect was perfectly enchanting. After the second quadrille they joined forces and danced a _ronde_ to the music of "_Le Galop Infernal_" of "_Orphee aux Enfers_" (Offenbach). It was a great success, and the King desired them to dance it over again.
The King thought it must have been a tremendous undertaking, but I told him that it was no trouble to me, as the ballet-master from the theater had taught them.
These young people stayed in their pretty costumes for the cotillon, which commenced directly after their dance.
In Sweden people are not _blase_ as to cotillon favors. They are not accustomed to receive anything more elaborate than flowers and little bows, so I think they all went home happy with their gifts.
There is such a queer custom here. During the cotillon, at the same time with the ices, beer is served, and something they call _mandel-melck_ (milk mixed with almond essence). The young ladies also have to be sustained every little while by huge gla.s.ses of the blackest of porter.
The royal guests left at two o"clock; then we had a sit-down supper for those remaining. At five o"clock I found myself in my bed, tired out but happy that everything had gone off so well.
The next day the Crown Prince of Sweden had arranged a tobogganing party at Dyrsholm. We were a very gay company of twenty-four, meeting at the station to take the little local train to Dyrsholm, and arriving about twelve o"clock.
Here we found an excellent luncheon which his Royal Highness had ordered, and which was, oh, so acceptable to us hungry mortals! On excursions of this kind in this cold lat.i.tude one is obliged to be very careful not to eat and especially not to drink too much, as there is always danger of congestion.
It was a glorious day, the sun shining brilliantly in a clear sky, but bitterly cold. The thermometer, I was told, was eighteen below zero; I would have said thirty. We ladies were m.u.f.fled up to our ears in fur, our feet buried in _pomposhes_, which are long, india-rubber boots lined with fur, and when we stood in the snow we had great shoes lined with straw.
Everything about us was white; the trees, were loaded with icicles and snow. The hill down which we toboganned was very steep, ending in a long slide over the frozen lake. The snow on both sides of our path was piled up four feet high at least. The fun of toboganning is the bunker.
The sudden rise gives you such an impetus, and on the other side you get such a tremendous b.u.mp that generally one, if not _both_, of you fall off head first in the snow.
One must be an adept to manage these sleds. The Crown Prince toboganned, as he did everything else, to perfection. Of course, each prince had his own sled and invited some lady to go with him. The lady generally sits in front, with her legs stretched out, and holds on to everything she can, her clothes in particular. The gentleman sits behind, steering with his feet.
The Crown Prince went often alone, and then he would lie flat on his stomach and steer with his long legs, as if he were sculling a boat. I did not feel the least nervous when I went with him, but I confess I did feel a little shy when I had to put my arms round his neck and clutch him for dear life when we jumped the bunker. He preferred having his companion behind him.