There was another article of habiliment equally a mystery to the patrician. The toga, being left open at the throat, displayed the neatly folded cravat and starched shirt-collar of 1832. Accordingly, when his visitor drew a chair close by the huge bowed window that looked out upon the sea, our hero silently followed his example. Our hero's amazement redoubled. I tell you.
Philosophy is a mere trumpery.
But, to tell the truth, it was very little better at any time. Your doctrines, however, come nearer to the point than any with which I am acquainted. I like your doctrines, Signor Pedro, and have come a long way to tell you so. He had, accordingly, very soon arrived at the conclusion that his knowing friend was neither more nor less than his August and Satanic Majesty. Pedro did not always evince the philosopher, yet fear of the devil never once entered his imagination.