One signal from the man he has hired, and he stops drinking--he will stop speaking as soon as the man's mouth is open.

He is under a complete fascination, attributable, some say, to passes of the hands, which the man won't wash lest he should weaken their influence.
For it cannot be simply his violin playing.

They say he was a pupil of a master of the dark art in Germany, and can practise on us to make us think his commonest utterances extraordinarily acute and precious.

Lord Fleetwood runs round quoting him to everybody, quite ridiculously.

But the man's influence is sufficient to induce his patron to drive down and fetch the Whitechapel Countess home in state, as she insists--if the man wishes it.