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found himselfsitting on a committee. It had come to him before now when he was in his cathedral stall,and did not know whether he had already preached his sermon or was about to do so.
　　"I believe I know that old boy," said Luscombe, peering at him. "Who is he now?Stays here fairly often, I believe. Abercrombie? Archdeacon Abercrombie – no, it's not Abercrombie, though he's rather like Abercrombie."
　　Elvira glanced round at Canon Pennyfather withoutinterest. Compared with a racing driver he had no appeal at all. She was not interested inecclesiastics of any kind although, since being in Italy, she admitted to a mildadmiration for Cardinals whom she considered as at any rate properly picturesque.
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　　Canon Pennyfather's facecleared and he nodded his head appreciatively. He had recognised where he was. InBertram's Hotel, of course; where h was going to spend the night on his way to – now where was he on his way to? Chadminster? No, no, he had just come fromChadminster. He was going to – of course – to the Congress at Lucerne. He stepped forward, beaming, to the receptiondesk and was greeted warmly by Miss Gorringe.
　　"So glad to see you, Canon Pennyfather. How wellyou are looking."
　　"Thank you – thank you– I had a severe cold last week but I've got over it now. You have a room for me. I did write?"
　　Miss Gorringe reassured him.