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The
conversation
went
on
.
"
Oh
,
my
dear
old
chap
,
I
’
m
sorry
to
hear
that
.
What
rotten
luck
!
"
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
asked
Julia
.
He
motioned
her
to
be
quiet
.
"
Oh
,
well
,
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
hard
on
you
.
Don
’
t
you
worry
.
I
’
m
sure
we
can
come
to
some
arrangement
that
will
be
satisfactory
to
you
.
"
He
put
his
hand
over
the
receiver
and
turned
to
Julia
.
"
Shall
I
ask
him
to
dinner
next
Sunday
?
"
"
If
you
like
.
"
"
Julia
says
,
will
you
come
and
dine
on
Sunday
?
Oh
,
I
’
m
sorry
.
Well
,
so
long
,
old
man
.
"
He
put
down
the
receiver
.
"
He
’
s
got
a
date
.
Is
the
young
ruffian
having
an
affair
with
this
girl
?
"
"
He
assures
me
not
.
He
respects
her
.
She
’
s
a
colonel
’
s
daughter
.
"
