And I was in Stornham Court where Lady Anstruthers lives--and
she used to be Miss Rosalie Vanderpoel."
"Boys," said Bert Johnson, with friendly disgust, "he's been up to his
neck in 'em."
"Cheer up. The worst is yet to come," chaffed Tom Wetherbee.
Never had such a dinner taken place at the corner table, or, in fact,
at any other table at Shandy's. Sam brought beefsteaks, which were
princely, mushrooms, and hashed brown potatoes in portions whose
generosity reached the heart. Sam was on good terms with Shandy's
carver, and had worked upon his nobler feelings. Steins of lager beer
were ventured upon. There was hearty satisfying of fine hungers. Two of
the party had eaten nothing but one "Quick Lunch" throughout the day,
one of them because he was short of time, the other for economy's
sake, because he was short of money. The meal was a splendid thing. The
telling of the story could not be wholly checked by the eating of food.
It advanced between mouthfuls, questions being asked and details given
in answers. Shandy's became more crowded, as the hour advanced. People
all over the room cast interested looks at the party at the corner
table, enjoying itself so hugely. Groups sitting at the tables nearest
to it found themselves excited by the things they heard.
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