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I can stand one wrinkle between your eyes, but I am afraid of two." "A man of many accomplishments, but wholly lacking in humor," said McGlenn, seeming to study Richmond for the purpose of placing an appraisement on him. "A man who worships Ouida and decries Sir Richard Steele." "No, I don't worship Ouida, but I read her sometimes because she is interesting.
I used to think that the men who loved you were the enemies of a higher grade of life, and perhaps they were, but I love you. You are a great man, Mr. Flummers. Nature designed you to be the president of a life insurance company." "Well, say, I know that." "Yes," continued McGlenn.
Richmond threw up his arm, as though warding off a blow. "When that double line comes between his eyes I always feel that he is going to hit me." "I wouldn't hit you. I have some pity left." "Or fear which is it?" "Not fear; pity." "Why don't you reserve some of it for your readers?" McGlenn frowned. "I don't expect you to like my books."
These men inspired him, and in acknowledgment of this he said: "We may for years carry in our minds a sort of mist that we cannot shape into an idea. Suddenly we meet a man, and he speaks the word of life unto that mist, and instantly it becomes a thought." Other members joined the group, and the conversation broke and flew into sharp fragments. McGlenn and Richmond began to wrangle.
Richmond laughed, put his hand to his mouth, threw back his head and replied: "I go fishing, not for society, but for amusement; and, by the way, I think it would do you good to go fishing, even with an ignorant lout. You might learn something." "Ah," McGlenn rejoined, "you have disclosed the source of much of your information. You learn from the ignorant that you may confound the wise."
Stanley was amazed at his knowledge of Africa, and Blaine marveled at his acquaintance with political history. "We welcome you to our club," McGlenn remarked when Henry had sat down, "but are you sure that this is the club you wanted to join!" Henry was surprised. "Of course I am. Why do you ask that question?" "Because you are a rich man, and this is the home of modesty."
But say, John, you haven't bought anything to-day." "Why, you paunch-bulging liar, I bought you a drink not more than ten minutes ago." "But you owed me that one." "Get out, you nerveless beef! Under the old law for debt I could put you in prison for life." "Oh, no." "Do you really need a drink, Mr. Flummers?" McGlenn asked. "Yes." "And you don't think that there is any mistake about it?" "No."
"I thought that by this time you would begin to show a weariness of the Press Club," McGlenn said to Henry. "I don't see why you should have thought that. I said at first that I was one of you." "Yes, but I didn't know but by this time you might have discovered your mistake." "I made no mistake, and therefore could discover none.
"Your children may not read my books," said McGlenn, replying to some assertion that Richmond had made, "but your great-grandchildren will." "Oh, that's possible," Richmond rejoined. "I can defend my immediate offspring, while my descendants may be left without protection. If you would tear the didacticism out of your books and inject a little more of the juice of human interest hold on!"
The cloak was seized upon and the two men hurried with it to the inner apartments, where it was studied carefully and with vigorous expressions of admiration. "He's got it!" exclaimed McGlenn. "He's got it, the foxy rascal!
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