Rasputin did not appear to be at ease, no doubt because of that contrary current.
He seemed to this young woman to be a coarse creature, not even knowing how to express himself; naturally with no manners, and repulsive in his fatuousness; less than well cared for in his appearance, in fact—abject. Only one thing about him was right—of very fine quality—his linen. The Empress, it is said, gave him these very fine shirts; and, when her children were ill, it is said that she insisted that they should wear the "holy tunics" of the "Saint" so that they should not get worse.
It was in 1916 that the power of the mock-monk attained its zenith.
Naturally on the occasion of his visit to England some years ago, the German Emperor and his suite—cunningly chosen with a view to such functions—were there as spies, and not, as so many naïve people believed, as friends.
Prince Henry of Prussia repeated one of his spying tours and many other Germans avowed their love for England publicly—and that with good reason. Those journeys must have been very profitable for them, and I myself have no confidence in those who are alway reiterating the small amount of interest they take in our country, while living in it all the time—what then are they doing in it?
Among the number of those spies one must evidently also count the Queen pf Greece, sister of the Kaiser, who at Eastbourne on the eve of the declaration of war, pretended to know
