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"
Count
Greffi
.
You
remember
the
old
man
who
was
here
when
you
were
here
before
.
"
"
Is
he
here
?
"
"
Yes
,
he
’
s
here
with
his
niece
.
I
told
him
you
were
here
.
He
wants
you
to
play
billiards
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
"
He
’
s
taking
a
walk
.
"
"
How
is
he
?
"
"
He
’
s
younger
than
ever
.
He
drank
three
champagne
cocktails
last
night
before
dinner
.
"
"
How
’
s
his
billiard
game
?
"
"
Good
.
He
beat
me
.
When
I
told
him
you
were
here
he
was
very
pleased
.
There
’
s
nobody
here
for
him
to
play
with
.
"
Count
Greffi
was
ninety
-
four
years
old
.
He
had
been
a
contemporary
of
Metternich
and
was
an
old
man
with
white
hair
and
mustache
and
beautiful
manners
.
