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The next morning Mr. Britling came into Mr. Direck's room. He was pink from his morning bath, he was wearing a cheerful green-and-blue silk dressing gown, he had shaved already, he showed no trace of his nocturnal vigil. In the bathroom he had whistled like a bird. "Had a good night? " he said. "That's famous. So did I. And the wrist and arm didn't even ache enough to keep you awake?"
"I thought I heard you talking and walking about," said Mr. Direck.