"You feel towards them just as I do.

I was introduced to them in Berlin.

Mr.Tom Temple had formed their acquaintance somehow, and seemed wonderfully fascinated by them.

I scarcely spoke to them, however, as I left Germany the next day, and was rather surprised to see them here last night." "Mr.Voltaire is a very fascinating man," I suggested.
"There can be no doubt about that," was her reply.
"And yet I fancy much of his high-flown talk about spiritualism was mere imagination." "I was inclined to think so at first, but I have heard strange things about him.

However, it is perhaps scarcely fair to talk about him thus." All this time we had stood looking out of the window upon the wintry landscape, and I, at least, was oblivious to all else but the fact that I was talking with the woman whose interest for me was paramount, when a lump of coal fell from the grate upon the fire-irons.
We both turned, and saw Herod Voltaire standing by a bookcase with an open volume in his hand.