“My dear Crispin, he has the most perfect figure for a man I ever saw in my life; wonderfully handsome, and with a wild, untamed air about him that is quite unique.”
Crispin listened to this speech without moving a muscle, but a strange look came into his eyes.
“Have you ever read ‘A Strange Story,’ by Lytton?” he asked abruptly.
“Yes, several times,” replied Maurice, somewhat astonished at the irrelevancy of the question.
“Then does this man resemble Margrave, the hero of the book?”
“In what way?”
“In every way except the mysticism. Is he an ardent lover of Nature? Does he talk a lot about classical times? Is he impulsive and utterly selfish?”
“As to the last quality, I have not yet had an opportunity of judging, but for the rest, you have described him exactly.”
“Caliphronas!” murmured Crispin in a pondering manner.
“Do you know him?”