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I
laughed
again
with
a
trifle
less
boisterousness
.
"
Well
,
people
have
all
sorts
of
fancies
now-a-days
"
--
I
said
;
"
What
with
Blavatskyism
,
Besantism
and
hypnotism
,
it
is
no
wonder
if
some
folks
still
have
a
faint
credence
in
the
silly
old
superstition
of
a
devil
's
existence
.
But
for
a
thoroughly
sensible
man
...
.
"
"
Yes
--
er
,
yes
;
"
--
interrupted
Mr
Ellis
--
"
Your
relative
,
Mr
Tempest
,
was
a
thoroughly
sensible
man
,
and
this
--
er
--
this
idea
was
the
only
fancy
that
ever
appeared
to
have
taken
root
in
his
eminently
practical
mind
.
Being
only
an
idea
,
it
seemed
hardly
worth
mentioning
--
but
perhaps
it
is
well
--
Mr
Bentham
agreeing
with
me
--
that
we
have
mentioned
it
.
"
"
It
is
a
satisfaction
and
relief
to
ourselves
,
"
--
said
Mr
Bentham
,
"
to
have
had
it
mentioned
.
"
I
smiled
,
and
thanking
them
,
rose
to
go
.
They
bowed
to
me
once
more
,
simultaneously
,
looking
almost
like
twin
brothers
,
so
identically
had
their
united
practice
of
the
law
impressed
itself
upon
their
features
.
"
Good-day
Mr
Tempest
,
"
--
said
Mr
Bentham
--
"
I
need
scarcely
say
that
we
shall
serve
you
as
we
served
our
late
client
,
to
the
best
of
our
ability
.
And
in
matters
where
advice
may
be
pleasant
or
profitable
,
we
may
possibly
be
of
use
to
you
.
May
we
ask
whether
you
require
any
cash
advances
immediately
?
"
"
No
,
thank
you
,
"
--
I
answered
,
feeling
grateful
to
my
friend
Rimânez
for
having
placed
me
in
a
perfectly
independent
position
to
confront
these
solicitors
--
"
I
am
amply
provided
.
"
They
seemed
,
I
fancied
,
a
trifle
surprised
at
this
,
but
were
too
discreet
to
offer
any
remark
.
They
wrote
down
my
address
at
the
Grand
Hotel
,
and
sent
their
clerk
to
show
me
to
the
door
.
I
gave
this
man
half-a-sovereign
to
drink
my
health
which
he
very
cheerfully
promised
to
do
--
then
I
walked
round
by
the
Law
Courts
,
trying
to
realize
that
I
was
not
in
a
dizzy
dream
,
but
that
I
was
actually
and
solidly
,
five
times
a
millionaire
.
As
luck
would
have
it
,
in
turning
a
corner
I
jostled
up
against
a
man
coming
the
other
way
,
the
very
publisher
who
had
returned
me
my
rejected
manuscript
the
day
before
.
"
Hullo
!
"
he
exclaimed
stopping
short
.
"
Hullo
!
"
I
rejoined
.
"
Where
are
you
off
to
?
"
he
went
on
--
"
Going
to
try
and
place
that
unlucky
novel
?
My
dear
boy
,
believe
me
it
will
never
do
as
it
is
...
.
"
