The foreigner settled himself comfortably, and then presented his letters of introduction.

His credentials being examined, the best society at once opened its arms to him, and cried, "You are one of us!" From that moment he was at home wherever he went.

He was a guest at every house.
He danced, supped, played, and made love to the ladies.

And of course, in his turn, he opened his own palace to his liberal entertainers, adding a new feature to the brilliancy of a Roman winter.
No foreigner failed to carry away with him some recollection of a city so fertile in marvels.

One bought pictures, another ancient marbles, this one medals, that one books.