CXIV.

A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass,[810] Which sets the teeth on edge; and a slight clatter, Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass, Sounding like very supernatural water, Came over Juan's ear, which throbbed, alas! For Immaterialism's a serious matter; So that even those whose faith is the most great In Souls immortal, shun them _tête-à-tête_.