"To all such meetings as these!" cried Densham, lifting his champagne glass from under the soft halo of the rose-shaded electric lights. "Let us drink to them, Wolfenden--Mr. Felix!" "To all such meetings!" echoed his _vis-à-vis_, also fingering the delicate stem of his glass. "An excellent toast!"…
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