I reminded Temple of a saying of the Emperor Charles V.as to a knowledge of languages.
'Hem!' he went critically; 'it's all very well for a German to talk in that way, but you can't be five times an Englishman if you're a foreigner.' We heard English laughter near us.

Presently an English gentleman accosted us.
'Mr.Villiers, I believe ?' He bowed at me.
'My name is Richmond.' He bowed again, with excuses, talked of the Play, and telegraphed to a lady sitting in a box fronting us.

I saw that she wrote on a slip of paper; she beckoned; the gentleman quitted us, and soon after placed a twisted note in my hand.

It ran: 'Miss Goodwin (whose Christian name is Clara) wishes very much to know how it has fared with Mr.Harry Richmond since he left Venice.' I pushed past a number of discontented knees, trying, on my way to her box, to recollect her vividly, but I could barely recollect her at all, until I had sat beside her five minutes.

Colonel Goodwin was asleep in a corner of the box.