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Alfred Henry me fait songer au jeune prêtre responsable d’un temple rempli de choses qu’il chérit, et qu’il aimerait que, vous aussi, vous appréciez. Je sais qu’il me pardonnera de dire ceci; car ce grand homme mince avec sa barbe noire presque broussailleuse cache un humour tranquille derrière ses yeux sombres. Il serait, je crois, de bonne compagnie si vous le sortiez de la” boutique”, pas d’une bonhomie bruyante, mais plutôt d’une conversation stimulante, qui serait pleine de sens. Le président de Dunhill sourit assez peu, d’un grand sourire qui s’affiche entre sa moustache et sa barbe bouclée, le plus souvent lorqu’il parle de l’entreprise, de la famille, de son père ou de son grand-père.  

His surroundings are extremely different from theirs. You feel when you go into the large low-ceilinged shop in Duke-street (it has two separate floor-levels, with a step-down, being on the slope of that brief but aristocratic West End thoroughfare) that if you were to give five minutes, on the average, to examining, appreciatively, all the articles there are in it, it would take you about a fortnight working eight hours a day. It has hosts of glass cases such as jewellers affect; the walls are all glass-cases; and displayed - say rather, disposed - in the cases, and on them, and all about, are what, tobacconists call fancy goods chosen, evidently, with meticulous care. That is a small wonder. For wherever Hitler is now, in Europe, there (and, as the Yankees say, many places else) Mr. Dunhill has been, collecting, choosing, for the customer - say, rather, clients - such little possessions as men like to have by them all their lives.