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"You look a fit pair," he said "I aive you all the help in aan is still talking about his ith you Well, well, we can do things at our leisure I have letters to write, and then it will be dinner-tiht, 'Cercle des Voyageurs,' corner of Rue Neuve de St Michel I expect you belong, Haystoun; and anyway I'll be there"
He bowed theies, and the two returned to their hotel to dress Two hours later they found Gribton war-rooer for his dinner He pointed out such people as he knew, and was consumed with curiosity about the others Leandered about the roo to many
"You seem to know the whole earth," said Gribton
"I suppose that a world of acquaintance is the only reward of slackness," Lewis said, laughing "It's a trick I have I never forget a face and I honestly like to see people again"
George pulled his long otten It's all right for the busy people, for they shift their sets with their fortune, but for drones likein life Before we came away, Lewie, I went up for a day to Oxford to see about so, and yet I knew nobody at the club except the treasurer, and he had nothing to say to me except to ask after you I went to dinner with the dons at the high table, and I nearly perished of the blues Little Riddell chirped about my profession, and that bounder Jackson, as of our year, pretended that he had been your bosoot so bored that I left early and wandered back to the club Soh, s open, you know, and singing I stopped to look at them, and then they started, 'Willie brewed a peck o' maut,' and, 'pon my soul, I had to come away Couldn't stand it It reminded me so badly of you and Arthur and old John Lambert, and all the honest men that used to be there It was infernally absurd that I should have got so sentimental, but that wasn't the worst of it For I met Tony and he made me come round to a dinner, and there I found people I didn't know fro the old toasts we started Gad, they had the Scot,' and all the others It ot back to the club and saw poor old John's photograph on the wall, I tell you I went to bed in the most wretched melancholy"