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The
barkeeper
was
setting
out
the
glasses
and
bottle
before
them
,
and
they
now
poured
out
the
draught
as
they
talked
,
Drouet
filling
his
to
within
a
third
of
full
,
as
was
considered
proper
,
and
Hurstwood
taking
the
barest
suggestion
of
whiskey
and
modifying
it
with
seltzer
.
“
What
’
s
become
of
Caryoe
?
”
remarked
Hurstwood
.
“
I
haven
’
t
seen
him
around
here
in
two
weeks
.
”
“
Laid
up
,
they
say
,
”
exclaimed
Drouet
.
“
Say
,
he
’
s
a
gouty
old
boy
!
”
“
Made
a
lot
of
money
in
his
time
,
though
,
hasn
’
t
he
?
”
“
Yes
,
wads
of
it
,
”
returned
Drouet
.
“
He
won
’
t
live
much
longer
.
Barely
comes
down
to
the
office
now
.
”
“
Just
one
boy
,
hasn
’
t
he
?
”
asked
Hurstwood
.
“
Yes
,
and
a
swift
-
pacer
,
”
laughed
Drouet
.
“
I
guess
he
can
’
t
hurt
the
business
very
much
,
though
,
with
the
other
members
all
there
.
”
“
No
,
he
can
’
t
injure
that
any
,
I
guess
.
”
Hurstwood
was
standing
,
his
coat
open
,
his
thumbs
in
his
pockets
,
the
light
on
his
jewels
and
rings
relieving
them
with
agreeable
distinctness
.
He
was
the
picture
of
fastidious
comfort
.
