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ROOPE. To celebrate the success of the book? PHILIP. That and something more. This festival, sir, of the preparations for which you are a privileged spectator--[_shouting to_ JOHN] shut those doors, John---- JOHN. Yessir. PHILIP. [_Sitting in the chair on the left of the smoking-table as_ JOHN _closes the big doors._] This festival, my dear Robbie--[_glancing over his shoulder to assure himself that the doors are closed_] this festival also celebrates my formal engagement to Madame de Chaumie. ROOPE. [_Triumphantly._] Aha! PHILIP. [_Taking a cigarette from the box at his side._] Ottoline and I are to be married soon after Christmas. The civilized world is to be startled by the announcement on Monday. ROOPE. [_Advancing._] My dear chap, I've never heard anything that has given me greater pleasure. [PHILIP _offers_ ROOPE _the cigarette-box._] No, I won't smoke. [_Seating himself upon the settee on the right._] When was it settled? PHILIP. [_Lighting his cigarette._] The day before yesterday. I got Titterton to write me a letter--Titterton, my publisher--certifying to the enormous sales of the book, and sent it on to Sir Randle Filson. Nothing like documentary evidence, Robbie. [_Leaning back in his chair with outstretched legs and exhaling a wreath of tobacco-smoke._] Twenty-five thousand copies, my boy, up to date, and still going strong. ROOPE. Wonderful. PHILIP. Phew! The critics treated me generously enough, but it hung fire damnably at first. At one particularly hellish moment I could have sworn it wouldn't do more than my usual fifteen or eighteen hundred, and I cursed myself for having been such a besotted fool as to pin my faith to it. [_Sitting upright._] And then, suddenly, a rush--a tremendous rush! Twenty-four thousand went off in less than six weeks. Almost uncanny, eh? [_Touching the tobacco-jar._] Oh, lord, sometimes I think I've been putting opium into my pipe instead of this innocent baccy, and that I shall wake up to the necessity of counting my pence again and apologizing to John for being in arrear with his wages! ROOPE. And Titterton
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