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“
Won
’
t
the
engagement
keep
?
Sit
down
and
try
one
of
these
cigars
.
I
don
’
t
often
have
the
luck
of
seeing
you
here
.
”
“
I
’
m
rather
driven
just
now
,
”
said
Glennard
,
vaguely
.
He
found
himself
seated
again
,
and
Flamel
had
pushed
to
his
side
a
low
stand
holding
a
bottle
of
Apollinaris
and
a
decanter
of
cognac
.
Flamel
,
thrown
back
in
his
capacious
arm
-
chair
,
surveyed
him
through
a
cloud
of
smoke
with
the
comfortable
tolerance
of
the
man
to
whom
no
inconsistencies
need
be
explained
.
Connivance
was
implicit
in
the
air
.
It
was
the
kind
of
atmosphere
in
which
the
outrageous
loses
its
edge
.
Glennard
felt
a
gradual
relaxing
of
his
nerves
.
“
I
suppose
one
has
to
pay
a
lot
for
letters
like
that
?
”
he
heard
himself
asking
,
with
a
glance
in
the
direction
of
the
volume
he
had
laid
aside
.
“
Oh
,
so
-
so
—
depends
on
circumstances
.
”
Flamel
viewed
him
thoughtfully
.
“
Are
you
thinking
of
collecting
?
”
Glennard
laughed
.
“
Lord
,
no
.
The
other
way
round
.
”
“
Selling
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
hardly
know
.
I
was
thinking
of
a
poor
chap
—
”
Flamel
filled
the
pause
with
a
nod
of
interest
.
