home to my house, to Tokay and cigarettes, and wait to see." He remarked
after pencilling a few lines, "Countess d'Isorella is her enemy? hein!"

"Why, you wouldn't listen to me when I told you," said Wilfrid.

"No," Pericles replied while writing and humming over his pencil; "my ear
is a pelican-pouch, my friend; it--and Irma is her enemy also?--it takes
and keeps, but does not swallow till it wants. I shall hear you, and I
shall hear my Sandra Vittoria, and I shall not know you have spoken, when
by-and-by I tinkle, tinkle, a bell of my brain, and your word walks in,--
'quite well?'--'very well! '--sit down'--'if it is ze same to you, I
prefer to stand'--'good; zen I examine you.' My motto:--'Time opens ze
gates: my system: 'it is your doctor of regiment's system when your
twelve, fifteen, forty recruits strip to him:--'Ah! you, my man, have
varicose vein: no soldier in our regiment, you!' So on. Perhaps I am
not intelligible; but, hear zis. I speak not often of my money; but I
say--it is in your ear--a man of millions, he is a king!" The Greek
jumped up and folded a couple of notes. "I will not have her disturbed.
Let her sing now and awhile to Pericles and his public: and to ze
Londoners, wiz your permission, Count Ammiani, one saison. I ask no
more, and I am satisfied, and I endow your oldest child, signor Conte--it
is said! For its mama was a good girl, a brave girl; she troubled
Pericles, because he is an intellect; but he forgives when he sees
sincerity--rare zing! Sincerity and genius: it may be zey are as man and
wife in a bosom. He forgives; it is not onnly voice he craves, but a
soul, and Sandra, your countess, she has a soul--I am not a Turk. I say,
it is a woman in whom a girl I did see a soul! A woman when she is
married, she is part of ze man; but a soul, it is for ever alone, apart,
confounded wiz nobody! For it I followed Sandra, your countess. It was
a sublime devotion of a dog. Her voice tsrilled, her soul possessed me,