You will see to what infatuation those words of pity, that sense of a beautiful presence, had led me.  To fall in love must one behold a face?  Yes; at thirty.  At twenty, when one is something of a poet—­No:  it is sufficient to see a grey pongee skirt!  At fifty, when one is a philosopher—­No:  it is enough to perceive a soul!  I had done both; I had seen the skirt; I had perceived the soul!  Therefore, while hungry, I neglected my goulasch to read these lists of names of the United States again and again, only that I might have the thought that one of them—­though I knew not which—­might be this lady’s, and that in so infinitesimal a degree I had been near her again.  Will it be estimated extreme imbecility in me when I ventured the additional confession that I felt a great warmth and tenderness toward the possessors of all these names, as being, if not herself, at least her compatriots?

I am now brought to the admission that before to-day I had experienced some prejudices against the inhabitants of the North-American republic, though not on account of great experience of my own.  A year previously I had made a disastrous excursion to Monte Carlo in the company of a young gentleman of London who had been for several weeks in New York and Washington and Boston, and appeared to know very much of the country.  He was never anything but tired in speaking of it, and told me a great amount.  He said many times that in the hotels there was never a concierge or portier to give you information where to discover the best vaudeville; there was no concierge at all!  In New York itself, my friend told me, a facchino, or species of porter, or some such good-for-nothing, had said to him, including a slap on the shoulder, “Well, brother, did you receive your delayed luggage correctly?” (In this instance my studies of the North-American idiom lead me to believe that my friend was intentionally truthful in regard to the principalities, but mistaken in his observation of detail.) He declared the recent willingness of the English to take some interest in the United-Statesians to be a mistake; for their were noisy, without real confidence in themselves; they were restless and merely imitative instead of inventive.  He told me that he was not exceptional; all Englishmen had thought similarly for fifty or sixty years; therefore, naturally, his opinion carried great weight with me.  And myself, to my astonishment, I had often seen parties of these republicans become all ears and whispers when somebody called a prince or a countess passed by.  Their reverence for age itself, in anything but a horse, had often surprised me by its artlessness, and of all strange things in the world, I have heard them admire old customs and old families.  It was strange to me to listen, when I had believed that their land was the only one where happily no person need worry to remember who had been his great-grandfather.