If
Ruthine will join us, I for one shall be very pleased. He won't mind our
talking shop."
Mark Ruthine was attending to the luggage, which was being piled upon a
cab.
"Have you not had breakfast?" asked Agar.
"Well, I have had a little, but I don't mind a second edition. That
waiter chap at the hotel got me out of bed much too soon. However, it is
worth getting up the night before to see you back, old chap."
"Is there not an earlier train than the eleven o'clock?" asked Agar,
looking at his watch. There was a singular constraint in his manner which
Seymour Michael could not understand.
"Yes, there is one at nine forty-five."
"Then let us go by that. We can get something at the station, if we want
it."
"Make it a bottle of champagne to celebrate the return of the explorer,
and I am your man," said Michael heartily.
"Make it anything you like," answered Agar, in a gentler voice. He was
beginning to come under the influence of Seymour Michael's sweet voice,
and of that fascination which nearly all educated Jews unconsciously
exercise.
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