The lawyer's face was a study.

Mr.Augustus Frothingham never went to the theatre because he did not believe that a man of affairs should unduly stimulate the imagination.
There was set before them honey made by bees fed only upon a tropical flower of rare fragrance; cakes flavoured with wine that had been long buried; a paste of cream, thick with rich nuts and with the preserved buds of certain flowers; and little white berries, such as the Japanese call "pinedews"; there was a tea distilled from the roots of rare exotics, and other things savoury and fantastic.

So potent was the spell of the prince's hospitality, and so gracious the insistence with which he set before them the strange and odourous dishes, that even Olivia, eager almost to tears for news of her father, and Mrs.Hastings, as critical and suspicious as some beetle with long antennae, might not refuse them.
As for Mr.Augustus Frothingham, although this might be Cagliostro's spagiric food, or "extract of Saturn," for aught that his previous experience equipped him to deny, yet he nibbled, and gazed, and was constrained to nibble again.
When they had been served, Prince Tabnit abruptly began speaking, the while turning the fine stem of his glass in his delicate fingers.
"You do not know," he said simply, "where the island of Yaque lies ?" Mrs.Hastings sat erect.
"Yaque!" she exclaimed.

"That was the name of the place where your father was, Olivia.

I know I remembered it because it wasn't like the man What's-his-name in _As You Like It_, and because it didn't begin with a J." "The island is my home," Prince Tabnit continued, "and now, for the first time, I find myself absent from it.