I see the parting of the curtains yonder, and behold!" He rose and crossed the room, throwing back a curtain at the further end.

In the recess stood a sideboard, laden with all manner of liqueurs and wines, glasses of every size and shape, sandwiches, pasties, and fruit.

Herr Selingman stood on one side with outstretched hand, in the manner of a showman.

He himself was wrapped for a moment in admiration.
"For you others I cannot speak," he observed, surveying the label upon a bottle of hock.

"For myself, here is nectar." With careful fingers he drew the cork.