"How do you feel, Mr.Blake ?" asked Voltaire, blandly.
I lifted my eyes to his, and felt held by a strange power.

"I'm all right," I said almost mechanically, at the same time feeling as if I was under the influence of a charm.
"Then," said Voltaire, "I will leave you.

Good-night." Immediately he left, followed by Kaffar, I experiencing a sense of relief.

"Did I do anything very foolish ?" I asked, recollecting the events of the evening.
"Oh no, Justin," replied Tom.

"And yet that Voltaire is a terrible fellow.