They had danced at fairs--and shot at village sports--and had altogether enjoyed the thing.

Hammond, who was something of an artist, had sketched a good deal.

Maulevrier had done nothing but smoke his German pipe and enjoy himself.
'I was glad to find myself in a world where a horse was an exception and not the rule,' he said.
'Oh, how I should love to see the Black Forest!' cried Mary, who knew the first part of Faust by heart, albeit she had never been given permission to read it, 'the gnomes and the witches--der Freischuetz--all that is lovely.

Of course, you went up the Brocken ?' 'Of course,' answered Mr.Hammond; 'Mephistopheles was our _valet de place_, and we went up among a company of witches riding on broomsticks.' And then quoted, 'Seh' die Baeume hinter Baeumen, Wie sie schnell vorueberruecken, Und die Klippen, die sich buecken, Und die langen Felsennasen, Wie sie schnarchen, wie sie blasen!' This was the first time he had addressed himself directly to Mary, who sat close to her brother's side, and never took her eyes from his face, ready to pour out his wine or to change his plate, for the serving-men had been dismissed at the beginning of this unceremonious meal.
Mary looked at the stranger almost as superciliously as Lesbia might have done.

She was not inclined to be friendly to her brother's friend.
'Do you read German ?' she inquired, with a touch of surprise.
'You had better ask him what language he does not read or speak,' said her brother.