The barrister was a little mad on the subject of degeneracy, and knew that an unnaturally boyish look in a grown man is one of the signs of it.
In the course of a long experience at the bar he had appeared in defence of several 'high-class criminals.' By way of comparing Mr.
Feist with a perfectly healthy specimen of humanity, he turned to look at Logotheti beside him.

Margaret was talking with the Ambassador, and the Greek was just turning to talk to his neighbour, so that their eyes met, and each waited for the other to speak first.
'Are you a judge of faces ?' asked the barrister after a moment.
'Men of business have to be, to some extent,' answered Logotheti.
'So do lawyers.

What should you say was the matter with that one ?' It was impossible to doubt that he was speaking of the only abnormal head at the table, and Logotheti looked across the wide table at Mr.
Feist for several seconds before he answered.
'Drink,' he said in an undertone, when he had finished his examination.
'Yes.

Anything else ?' 'May go mad any day, I should think,' observed Logotheti.
'Do you know anything about him ?' 'Never saw him before.' 'And we shall probably never see him again,' said the Englishman.
'That's the worst of it.

One sees such heads occasionally, but one very rarely hears what becomes of them.' The Greek did not care a straw what became of Mr.Feist's head, for he was waiting to renew his conversation with Margaret.
Mustapha Pasha told her that she should go to Constantinople some day and sing to the Sultan, who would give her a pretty decoration in diamonds; and she laughed carelessly and answered that it might be very amusing.
'I shall be very happy to show you the way,' said the Pasha.