He thought at first she was the Princess (which is very complimentary to each of us), but found later that she wasn't.

Now he wants to know, you know, and thinks, quite reasonably, that I must have some inkling who that girl was, and he begs me, by our old friendship, etc., etc., etc.

He is a nice young man, if a trifle confident (these young diplomatists think they hold the reins of the universe in their hands), and I should like to oblige him, but I thought first I would hear what you had to say about it.

I am to address him care of the Embassy at St.Petersburg; so I suppose he's stationed there now.

By the way, how did he get your glove, or is that merely brag on his part?
He says that it is the only clue he has, and he is going to trace you from that, it seems, if I do not tell him who you are and send him your address.