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On
his
way
to
the
elevator
,
he
thought
:
He
won
’
t
be
in
or
,
if
he
is
,
you
’
ll
probably
find
him
entertaining
some
floozie
,
which
will
serve
you
right
.
But
the
thought
seemed
unreal
,
he
could
not
make
it
apply
to
the
man
he
had
seen
at
the
mouth
of
the
furnace
—
he
stood
confidently
in
the
elevator
,
looking
up
—
he
walked
confidently
down
the
hall
,
feeling
his
bitterness
relax
into
gaiety
—
he
knocked
at
the
door
.
Francisco
’
s
voice
snapped
,
"
Come
in
!
"
It
had
a
brusque
,
absentminded
sound
.
Rearden
opened
the
door
and
stopped
on
the
threshold
.
One
of
the
hotel
’
s
costliest
satin
-
shaded
lamps
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
floor
,
throwing
a
circle
of
light
on
wide
sheets
of
drafting
paper
.
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
,
in
shirt
sleeves
,
a
strand
of
hair
hanging
down
over
his
face
,
lay
stretched
on
the
floor
,
on
his
stomach
,
propped
up
by
his
elbows
,
biting
the
end
of
a
pencil
in
concentration
upon
some
point
of
the
intricate
tracing
before
him
.
He
did
not
look
up
,
he
seemed
to
have
forgotten
the
knock
.
Rearden
tried
to
distinguish
the
drawing
:
it
looked
like
the
section
of
a
smelter
.
He
stood
watching
in
startled
wonder
;
had
he
had
the
power
to
bring
into
reality
his
own
image
of
Francisco
d
’
Anconia
,
this
was
the
picture
he
would
have
seen
:
the
figure
of
a
purposeful
young
worker
intent
upon
a
difficult
task
,
In
a
moment
,
Francisco
raised
his
head
.
In
the
next
instant
,
he
flung
his
body
upward
to
a
kneeling
posture
,
looking
at
Rearden
with
a
smile
of
incredulous
pleasure
.
In
the
next
,
he
seized
the
drawings
and
threw
them
aside
too
hastily
,
face
down
.
"
What
did
I
interrupt
?
"
asked
Rearden
.
"
Nothing
much
.
Come
in
.
"
He
was
grinning
happily
.
Rearden
felt
suddenly
certain
that
Francisco
had
waited
,
too
,
had
waited
for
this
as
for
a
victory
which
he
had
not
quite
hoped
to
achieve
.
"
What
were
you
doing
?
"
asked
Rearden
.
"
Just
amusing
myself
.
"
"
Let
me
see
it
.
"
"
No
.
"
He
rose
and
kicked
the
drawings
aside
.
