{"product_id":"2940148312390","title":"Anne of Geierstein (Illustrated)","description":"The social spirit peculiar to the French nation had already introduced into the inns of that country the gay and cheerful character of welcome upon which Erasmus, at a later period, dwells with strong emphasis, as a contrast to the saturnine and sullen reception which strangers were apt to meet with at a German caravansera. Philipson was, therefore, in expectation of being received by the busy, civil, and talkative host—by the hostess and her daughter, all softness, coquetry, and glee—the 2 smiling and supple waiter—the officious and dimpled chambermaid. The better inns in France boast also separate rooms, where strangers could change or put in order their dress, where they might sleep without company in their bedroom, and where they could deposit their baggage in privacy and safety. But all these luxuries were as yet unknown in Germany; and in Alsace, where the scene now lies, as well as in the other dependencies of the Empire, they regarded as effeminacy everything beyond such provisions as were absolutely necessary for the supply of the wants of travellers; and even these were coarse and indifferent, and, excepting in the article of wine, sparingly ministered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Englishman, finding that no one appeared at the gate, began to make his presence known by calling aloud, and finally by alighting, and smiting with all his might on the doors of the hostelry for a long time, without attracting the least attention. At length the head of a grizzled servitor was thrust out at a small window, who, in a voice which sounded like that of one displeased at the interruption, rather than hopeful of advantage from the arrival of a guest, demanded what he wanted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Is this an inn?\" replied Philipson.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" bluntly replied the domestic, and was about to withdraw from the window, when the traveller added,—\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And if it be, can I have lodgings?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You may come in,\" was the short and dry answer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Send some one to take the horses,\" replied Philipson. 3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No one is at leisure,\" replied this most repulsive of waiters; \"you must litter down your horses yourself, in the way that likes you best.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Where is the stable?\" said the merchant, whose prudence and temper were scarce proof against this Dutch phlegm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe fellow, who seemed as sparing of his words as if, like the Princess in the fairy tale, he had dropped ducats with each of them, only pointed to a door in an outer building, more resembling that of a cellar than of a stable, and, as if weary of the conference, drew in his head, and shut the window sharply against the guest, as he would against an importunate beggar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCursing the spirit of independence which left a traveller to his own resources and exertions, Philipson, making a virtue of necessity, led the two nags towards the door pointed out as that of the stable, and was rejoiced at heart to see light glimmering through its chinks. He entered with his charge into a place very like the dungeon vault of an ancient castle, rudely fitted up with some racks and mangers. It was of considerable extent in point of length, and at the lower end two or three persons were engaged in tying up their horses, dressing them, and dispensing them their provender.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis last article was delivered by the ostler, a very old lame man, who neither put his hand to wisp or curry-comb, but sat weighing forth hay by the pound, and counting out corn, as it seemed, by the grain, so anxiously did he bend over his task, by the aid of a blinking light enclosed within a horn lantern. He did not even turn his head at the noise which the Englishman made on entering 4 the place with two additional horses, far less did he seem disposed to give himself the least trouble, or the stranger the smallest assistance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn respect of cleanliness, the stable of Augeas bore no small resemblance to that of this Alsatian dorf, and it would have been an exploit worthy of Hercules to have restored it to such a state of cleanliness as would have made it barely decent in the eyes, and tolerable to the nostrils, of the punctilious Englishman. But this was a matter which disgusted Philipson himself much more than those of his party which were principally concerned. They, videlicet the two horses, seeming perfectly to understand that the rule of the place was \"first come first served,\" hastened to occupy the empty stalls which happened to be nearest to them. In this one of them at least was disappointed, being received by a groom with a blow across the face with a switch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Take that,\" said the fellow, \"for forcing thyself into the place taken up for the horses of the Baron of Randelsheim.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNever in the course of his life had the English merchant more pain to retain possession of his temper than at that moment. Reflecting, however, on the discredit of quarrelling with such a man in such a cause,","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47078974521584,"sku":"2940148312390","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148312390_p0.jpg?v=1763700857","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148312390","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}