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Errors, and accidents, and delays are what we have to contend with. Did not Pontanus err two hundred times, before he could obtain even the matter on which to found his experiments? The great Flamel, too, did he not labour four-and-twenty years, before he ascertained the first agent? What difficulties and hardships did not Cartilaceus encounter, at the very threshold of his discoveries?
Then he set down the goblet very softly on the floor, and, shutting his eyes that he might not see the blow, raised the dagger to strike. "That is all your promises amount to," said Nicholas Flamel the wise man. "After all, Babette, you need not bring the bread and cheese, for he shall be no pupil of mine." Then Gebhart opened his eyes.
Glennard stood motionless, overcome by the singular infelicity with which he had contrived to put Flamel in possession of the two points most damaging to his case: the fact that he had been a friend of Margaret Aubyn's, and that he had concealed from Alexa his share in the publication of the letters.
You didn't think of giving them to him?" Glennard had lounged across the room and stood staring up at a bronze Bacchus who drooped his garlanded head above the pediment of an Italian cabinet. "What ought I to do? You're just the fellow to advise me." He felt the blood in his cheek as he spoke. Flamel sat with meditative eye. "What do you WANT to do with them?" he asked.
"Suppose I undertook to teach you, would you give up everything of joy and of pleasure to follow me?" "Yes." "Perhaps you are hungry," said the master. "Yes," said the student, "I am." "Then, Babette, you may bring some bread and cheese." It seemed to Gebhart that he had learned all that Nicholas Flamel had to teach him.
He was tall, serious and rather stout, and wore a black frock coat, and pointed to a chair with his hand. Francois Tessier sat down, and then said, with choking breath: "Monsieur monsieur I do not know whether you know my name whether you know " Monsieur Flamel interrupted him. "You need not tell it me, monsieur, I know it. My wife has spoken to me about you."
Then, suddenly, a little boy of ten rushed into the room, and ran up to the man whom he believed to be his father, but he stopped when he saw a stranger, and Monsieur Flamel kissed him and said: "Now go and kiss that gentleman, my dear." And the child went up to him nicely, and looked at the stranger.
Flamel filled the pause with a nod of interest. "A poor chap I used to know who died he died last year and who left me a lot of letters, letters he thought a great deal of he was fond of me and left 'em to me outright, with the idea, I suppose, that they might benefit me somehow I don't know I'm not much up on such things " he reached his hand to the tall glass his host had filled.
"Perhaps it hasn't reached the suburbs yet," she said, with her unruffled smile. "Oh, DO let me come to you, then!" Mrs. Touchett cried; "anything for a change of air! I'm positively sick of the book and I can't put it down. Can't you sail us beyond its reach, Mr. Flamel?" Flamel shook his head. "Not even with this breeze. Literature travels faster than steam nowadays.
"On the ground that you sold Mrs. Aubyn's letters for me, and that I find the intermediary in such cases is entitled to a percentage on the sale." Flamel paused before answering. "You find, you say. It's a recent discovery?" "Obviously, from my not sending the check sooner. You see I'm new to the business."
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