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“
Are
you
sure
I
shall
know
which
to
keep
?
”
“
Oh
,
quite
sure
,
”
he
answered
,
easily
—
“
and
besides
,
none
are
of
much
importance
.
”
The
next
morning
he
invented
an
excuse
for
leaving
the
house
without
seeing
her
,
and
when
he
returned
,
just
before
dinner
,
he
found
a
visitor
’
s
hat
and
stick
in
the
hall
.
The
visitor
was
Flamel
,
who
was
in
the
act
of
taking
leave
.
He
had
risen
,
but
Alexa
remained
seated
;
and
their
attitude
gave
the
impression
of
a
colloquy
that
had
prolonged
itself
beyond
the
limits
of
speech
.
Both
turned
a
surprised
eye
on
Glennard
and
he
had
the
sense
of
walking
into
a
room
grown
suddenly
empty
,
as
though
their
thoughts
were
conspirators
dispersed
by
his
approach
.
He
felt
the
clutch
of
his
old
fear
.
What
if
his
wife
had
already
sorted
the
papers
and
had
told
Flamel
of
her
discovery
?
Well
,
it
was
no
news
to
Flamel
that
Glennard
was
in
receipt
of
a
royalty
on
the
“
Aubyn
Letters
.
”
.
.
.
A
sudden
resolve
to
know
the
worst
made
him
lift
his
eyes
to
his
wife
as
the
door
closed
on
Flamel
.
But
Alexa
had
risen
also
,
and
bending
over
her
writing
-
table
,
with
her
back
to
Glennard
,
was
beginning
to
speak
precipitately
.
“
I
’
m
dining
out
to
-
night
—
you
don
’
t
mind
my
deserting
you
?
Julia
Armiger
sent
me
word
just
now
that
she
had
an
extra
ticket
for
the
last
Ambrose
concert
.
She
told
me
to
say
how
sorry
she
was
that
she
hadn
’
t
two
—
but
I
knew
you
wouldn
’
t
be
sorry
!
”
She
ended
with
a
laugh
that
had
the
effect
of
being
a
strayed
echo
of
Mrs
.
Armiger
’
s
;
and
before
Glennard
could
speak
she
had
added
,
with
her
hand
on
the
door
,
“
Mr
.
Flamel
stayed
so
late
that
I
’
ve
hardly
time
to
dress
.
The
concert
begins
ridiculously
early
,
and
Julia
dines
at
half
-
past
seven
—
”
Glennard
stood
alone
in
the
empty
room
that
seemed
somehow
full
of
an
ironical
consciousness
of
what
was
happening
.
“
She
hates
me
,
”
he
murmured
.
“
She
hates
me
.
.
.
.
”
The
next
day
was
Sunday
,
and
Glennard
purposely
lingered
late
in
his
room
.
When
he
came
downstairs
his
wife
was
already
seated
at
the
breakfast
-
table
.
She
lifted
her
usual
smile
to
his
entrance
and
they
took
shelter
in
the
nearest
topic
,
like
wayfarers
overtaken
by
a
storm
.
While
he
listened
to
her
account
of
the
concert
he
began
to
think
that
,
after
all
,
she
had
not
yet
sorted
the
papers
,
and
that
her
agitation
of
the
previous
day
must
be
ascribed
to
another
cause
,
in
which
perhaps
he
had
but
an
indirect
concern
.
He
wondered
it
had
never
before
occurred
to
him
that
Flamel
was
the
kind
of
man
who
might
very
well
please
a
woman
at
his
own
expense
,
without
need
of
fortuitous
assistance
.
If
this
possibility
cleared
the
outlook
it
did
not
brighten
it
.
Glennard
merely
felt
himself
left
alone
with
his
baseness
.
Alexa
left
the
breakfast
-
table
before
him
and
when
he
went
up
to
the
drawing
-
room
he
found
her
dressed
to
go
out
.
