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“
Just
enough
to
enjoy
this
.
”
He
rose
from
the
chair
in
which
he
had
thrown
himself
and
bent
over
the
tray
for
his
cream
.
“
You
’
ve
had
a
visitor
?
”
he
commented
,
noticing
a
half
-
empty
cup
beside
her
own
.
“
Only
Mr
.
Flamel
,
”
she
said
,
indifferently
.
“
Flamel
?
Again
?
”
She
answered
without
show
of
surprise
.
“
He
left
just
now
.
His
yacht
is
down
at
Laurel
Bay
and
he
borrowed
a
trap
of
the
Dreshams
to
drive
over
here
.
”
Glennard
made
no
comment
,
and
she
went
on
,
leaning
her
head
back
against
the
cushions
of
her
bamboo
-
seat
,
“
He
wants
us
to
go
for
a
sail
with
him
next
Sunday
.
”
Glennard
meditatively
stirred
his
tea
.
He
was
trying
to
think
of
the
most
natural
and
unartificial
thing
to
say
,
and
his
voice
seemed
to
come
from
the
outside
,
as
though
he
were
speaking
behind
a
marionette
.
“
Do
you
want
to
?
”
“
Just
as
you
please
,
”
she
said
,
compliantly
.
No
affectation
of
indifference
could
have
been
as
baffling
as
her
compliance
.
Glennard
,
of
late
,
was
beginning
to
feel
that
the
surface
which
,
a
year
ago
,
he
had
taken
for
a
sheet
of
clear
glass
,
might
,
after
all
,
be
a
mirror
reflecting
merely
his
own
conception
of
what
lay
behind
it
.
“
Do
you
like
Flamel
?
”
he
suddenly
asked
;
to
which
,
still
engaged
with
her
tea
,
she
returned
the
feminine
answer
—
“
I
thought
you
did
.
”
“
I
do
,
of
course
,
”
he
agreed
,
vexed
at
his
own
incorrigible
tendency
to
magnify
Flamel
’
s
importance
by
hovering
about
the
topic
.
“
A
sail
would
be
rather
jolly
;
let
’
s
go
.
”
