It was a new torture, indescribable, bitter.

Indeed, this curiosity of his, of which he had spoken to Beatrice as they had walked together down Oxford Street on that first evening, was being satisfied with a vengeance! He was learning of those other things of life.

He had sipped at the sweetness; he was drinking the bitters! An altercation by his side distracted him.

Again there was the head waiter and a protesting guest.

Tavernake looked up and recognized Professor Franklin.