I was conscious that Judith read me, that Pasquale read Judith, that again something telegraphic passed between them.

The waiter offered me partridge.

Pasquale quickly turned from Carlotta to his left-hand neighbour.
"I think we ought to drink Faust's health, don't you ?" I started.

Had I not myself traced the analogy?
"Faust ?" queried Judith at a loss.
"Our friend Faust opposite me," said Pasquale, raising his champagne glass.

"Hasn't he been transformed from the lean and elderly bookworm into the gay, young gallant about the town?
Once one could scarcely drag him from his cell to the quietest of dinners, and now--has he told you of his dissipations this past month, Mrs.Mainwaring ?" Judith smiled.