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"
At
night
.
"
Count
Greffi
smiled
and
turned
the
glass
with
his
fingers
.
"
I
had
expected
to
become
more
devout
as
I
grow
older
but
somehow
I
haven
’
t
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
a
great
pity
.
"
"
Would
you
like
to
live
after
death
?
"
I
asked
and
instantly
felt
a
fool
to
mention
death
.
But
he
did
not
mind
the
word
.
"
It
would
depend
on
the
life
.
This
life
is
very
pleasant
.
I
would
like
to
live
forever
,
"
he
smiled
.
"
I
very
nearly
have
.
"
We
were
sitting
in
the
deep
leather
chairs
,
the
champagne
in
the
ice
-
bucket
and
our
glasses
on
the
table
between
us
.
"
If
you
ever
live
to
be
as
old
as
I
am
you
will
find
many
things
strange
.
"
"
You
never
seem
old
.
"
"
It
is
the
body
that
is
old
.
Sometimes
I
am
afraid
I
will
break
off
a
finger
as
one
breaks
a
stick
of
chalk
.
And
the
spirit
is
no
older
and
not
much
wiser
.
"
"
You
are
wise
.
"
"
No
,
that
is
the
great
fallacy
;
the
wisdom
of
old
men
.
They
do
not
grow
wise
.
They
grow
careful
.
"
