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`` You are the death 's - head at the feast , Lydyard , '' rejoined Parravicin , setting down his glass . `` I hate the idea of the plague . It poisons all our pleasures . We must meet at noon to-morrow , at the Smyrna , to compare notes as to our successes . Before we separate , can I be of any further service to you , Wyvil ? I came here to enjoy _ your _ triumph ; but , egad , I have found so admirable a bubble in that hot-headed Disbrowe , whom I met at the Smyrna , and brought here to while away the time , that I must demand your congratulations upon _ mine _ . '' `` You have certainly achieved an easy victory over the husband , '' returned Wyvil ; `` and I trust your success with the wife will be commensurate .