BRUNSWICK had been selected for me as a suitable spot in which to
learn German, and to Brunswick I accordingly went. As I was then
eighteen years old, I did not care to go to a regular tutor's, but
wished to live in a German family, where I was convinced I could
pick up the language in far shorter time. I was exceedingly
fortunate in this respect. A well-to-do Managing Director of some
jute-spinning mills had recently built himself a large house. Mr.
Spiegelberg found not only that his new house was unnecessarily
big for his family, but he also discovered that it had cost him a
great deal more than he had anticipated. He was quite willing,
therefore, to enter into an arrangement for our mutual benefit.
Brunswick is one of the most beautiful old towns in Europe, Its
narrow, winding streets are (or, perhaps, were) lined with
fifteenth and sixteenth century timbered houses, each storey
projecting some two feet further over the street than the one
immediately below it, and these wooden house-fronts were one mass
of the most beautiful and elaborate carving.
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