"Unsympathetic!" added Miss Kingsley, rather unnecessarily as I thought.
"Not so bad. Lived on them for days," said Mr. Spence, still addressing me. "Time of my novitiate."
"Where self undulates freely there is no novitiate, for all is allowable," exclaimed Paul Barr fiercely; and he filled another goblet. I almost felt afraid of his gaze, it had become so intense and ardent. I tried not to look in his direction, though there was an originality and fascination about him that made it next to impossible not to steal an occasional glance across the table.
Mr. Spence held up his hand deprecatingly in answer to his friend's tirade, while little Fleisch like a trusty retainer exclaimed once more with fierceness,—
"Boomerang!"
Mr. Spence again turned to me, "Worse; night in tomb!"
"Beside corpse!" explained Mr. Fleisch.
The ladies shivered.
"Trifle," murmured Mr. Spence.
"Extremity of doleful comprehension!" said Miss Kingsley.