Thus when evening came nothing was known of it.
Kaffar did not speak to me from the time I had seen him in the morning to dinner-time, and evidently avoided me.

Voltaire, on the contrary, was unusually bland and smiling.

He was pleasant and agreeable to every one, especially so to me.
After dinner we all found our way to the drawing-room, when the usual singing, flirting, and dancing programme was carried out.

Suddenly, however, there was comparative silence.

One voice only was heard, and that was the Egyptian's.
"Yes," he was saying, "I am what is called a superstitious man.