What do you think, for instance, of his discussing the lengths to which a married woman might let her admiration go for a man who was not her husband, and putting it in his clear-headed witty French way to the maiden aunt of the Vicar of Frizinghall?  What do you think, when he shifted to the German side, of his telling the lord of the manor, while that great authority on cattle was quoting his experience in the breeding of bulls, that experience, properly understood counted for nothing, and that the proper way to breed bulls was to look deep into your own mind, evolve out of it the idea of a perfect bull, and produce him?  What do you say, when our county member, growing hot, at cheese and salad time, about the spread of democracy in England, burst out as follows:  “If we once lose our ancient safeguards, Mr. Blake, I beg to ask you, what have we got left?”—­what do you say to Mr. Franklin answering, from the Italian point of view:  “We have got three things left, sir—­Love, Music, and Salad”?  He not only terrified the company with such outbreaks as these, but, when the English side of him turned up in due course, he lost his foreign smoothness; and, getting on the subject of the medical profession, said such downright things in ridicule of doctors, that he actually put good-humoured little Mr. Candy in a rage.

The dispute between them began in Mr. Franklin being led—­I forget how—­to acknowledge that he had latterly slept very badly at night.  Mr. Candy thereupon told him that his nerves were all out of order and that he ought to go through a course of medicine immediately.  Mr. Franklin replied that a course of medicine, and a course of groping in the dark, meant, in his estimation, one and the same thing.  Mr. Candy, hitting back smartly, said that Mr Franklin himself was, constitutionally speaking, groping in the dark after sleep, and that nothing but medicine could help him to find it.  Mr. Franklin, keeping the ball up on his side, said he had often heard of the blind leading the blind, and now, for the first time, he knew what it meant.  In this way, they kept it going briskly, cut and thrust, till they both of them got hot—­Mr. Candy, in particular, so completely losing his self-control, in defence of his profession, that my lady was obliged to interfere, and forbid the dispute to go on.  This necessary act of authority put the last extinguisher on the spirits of the company.  The talk spurted up again here and there, for a minute or two at a time; but there was a miserable lack of life and sparkle in it.  The Devil (or the Diamond) possessed that dinner-party; and it was a relief to everybody when my mistress rose, and gave the ladies the signal to leave the gentlemen over their wine.

I had just ranged the decanters in a row before old Mr. Ablewhite (who represented the master of the house), when there came a sound from the terrace which, startled me out of my company manners on the instant.  Mr. Franklin and I looked at each other; it was the sound of the Indian drum.  As I live by bread, here were the jugglers returning to us with the return of the Moonstone to the house!