As I took no notice of these startling generalities, one of them turned to me and said, "You may look at me, sir, but I assert before you that Dr.Evans, the ex-dentist of the Emperor, was a spy." I quietly remarked, that not having the honour to know Dr.Evans, and being myself an Englishman, whilst the Doctor is an American, I was not responsible for him.

"You are a Greek," observed another; "I heard you talk Greek just now." I mildly suggested that his knowledge of foreign tongues was, perhaps, somewhat limited.

"Well, if you are not a Greek," he said, "I saw you the other morning near the Ambulance of the Press, to which I belong, and so you must be a spy." "If you are an Englishman," cried his friend, "why do you not go back to your own country, and fight Russia ?" I replied that the idea was an excellent one, but that it might, perhaps, be difficult to pass through the Prussian lines.

"The English Ambassador is a friend of mine, and he will give you a pass at my request," answered the gentleman who had mistaken English for Greek.

I thanked him, and assured him that I should esteem it a favour if he would obtain from his friend Lord Lyons this pass for me.