He tried to peer behind the veil, but in vain. "Am I speaking to
one I have met before?"

"I believe not; indeed, sir, I am positive."

"I have been a soldier, but my shoulders did not tell you that."

"Perhaps I have the gift of clairvoyance," gazing again toward
the entrance.

"Or perhaps you have been to Vienna."

"Who knows? Most Englishmen are, or have been, soldiers."

"That is true." Inwardly, "There's my friend the Englishman
again. She's guessing closer than she knows. Curious; she has
mistaken me for some one she does not know, if that is possible."
He was somewhat in a haze. "Well, you have remarkable eyes.
However, let us talk of a more interesting subject; for instance,
yourself. You, too, love adventure, that is, if I interpret the
veil rightly."

"Yes; I like to see without being seen. But, of course, behind
this love of adventure which you possess, there is an important
mission."

"Ah!" he thought; "you are not quite sure of me." Aloud, "Yes, I
came here to witness the comic opera."

"The comic opera? I do not understand?"