"I suppose I mustn't sit here without ordering something ?" "White wine and selters," said Burnamy vaguely.
"The very thing! Why didn't I think of it?
It's a divine drink: it satisfies without filling.

I had it a night or two before we left home, in the Madison Square Roof Garden.

Have you seen 'Every Other Week' lately ?" "No," said Burnamy, with more spirit than he had yet shown.
"We've just got our mail from Nuremberg.

The last number has a poem in it that I rather like." March laughed to see the young fellow's face light up with joyful consciousness.

"Come round to my hotel, after you're tired here, and I'll let you see it.