That sombre Chorus brought Mrs.Burman before him.

He drummed the Rataplan, which sent her flying.

The return of a lively disposition for dinner and music completed his emancipation from the yoke of the baleful creature sitting half her days in the chemist's shop; save that a thought of drugs brought the smell, and the smell the picture; she threatened to be an apparition at any moment pervading him through his nostrils.

He spoke to Fenellan of hunger for dinner, a need for it; singular in one whose appetite ran to the stroke of the hour abreast with Armandine's kitchen-clock.

Fenellan proposed a glass of sherry and bitters at his Club over the way.