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"What have you been up to in Torchester, eh? Shopping? " Mr. Marx inquired. I saw no reason for concealing anything from him, nor did I do so. Rather awkwardly I told him of Mr. Ravenor's note to me, and that I had been with Reynolds all the afternoon. Perhaps I spoke with a little enthusiasm of our somewhat elaborate purchases. At any rate, when I had finished, he laughed softly to himself -- a long, noiseless, but not unpleasant laugh.
"Well, I'm glad I met you," he said, his lips still twitching, as though with amusement. "Sit down and have some dinner with me."