and selectest phrase,
      ’Neath waxlight in a glorified saloon
      Where mirrors multiply the girandole: 
      Courting the approbation of no mob,
      But Eminence This and All-Illustrious That,
      Who take snuff softly, range in well-bred ring,
      Card-table-quitters for observance’ sake,
      Around the argument, the rational word ... 
      How quality dissertated on the case.”

“Tertium Quid” deals with the case very gently, mindful of his audience, to whom, at each point of the argument calling for judgment, he politely refers the matter, and passes on.  He speaks in a tone of light and well-bred irony, with the aristocratic contempt for the plebs, the burgesses, Society’s assumption of Exclusive Information.  He gives the general view of things, clearly, neutrally, with no vulgar emphasis of black and white.  “I simply take the facts, ask what they mean.”

So far we have had rumour alone, the opinions of outsiders; next come the three great monologues in which the persons of the drama, Count Guido, Caponsacchi, and Pompilia, bear witness of themselves.

“The imaginary occasion,” says Mrs. Orr, “is that of Count Guido’s trial, and all the depositions which were made on the previous one are transferred to this.  The author has been obliged in every case to build up the character from the evidence, and to re-mould and expand the evidence in conformity with the character.  The motive, feeling, and circumstance set forth by each separate speaker, are thus in some degree fictitious; but they are always founded upon fact, and the literal fact of a vast number of details is self-evident."[40]

These three monologues (with the second of Guido) are by far the most important in the book.

First comes Count Guido Franceschini.  The two monologues spoken by him are, for sheer depth of human science, the most marvellous of all:  “every nerve of the mind is touched by the patient scalpel, every vein and joint of the subtle and intricate spirit divided and laid bare."[41] Under torture, he has confessed to the murder of his wife.  He is now permitted to defend himself before the judges.

      “Soft-cushioned sits he; yet shifts seat, shirks touch,
      As, with a twitchy brow and wincing lip,
      And cheek that changes to all kinds of white,
      He proffers his defence, in tones subdued
      Near to mock-mildness now, so mournful seems
      The obtuser sense truth fails to satisfy;
      Now, moved, from pathos at the wrong endured,
      To passion.... 
      Also his tongue at times is hard to curb;
      Incisive, nigh satiric bites the phrase.

* * * * *

And never once does he detach his eye
From those ranged there to slay him or to save,
But does his best man’s-service for himself.”