MENATOGEN, THE MIND FOOD It had been a dinner of celebration.

The professor had ransacked his cellar and produced his best wine.

He had drunk a good deal of it himself--so had Mr.Bomford.A third visitor, Mr.Horace Bunsome, a company promoter from the city, had been even more assiduous in his attentions to a particular brand of champagne.
Burton had been conscious of a sense of drifting.

The more human side of him was paramount.

The dinner was perfect; the long, low dining-room, with its bowls of flowers and quaint decorations, delightful; the wine and food the best of their sort.