They sat together at a small table, looking upon a scene which was probably unique in the history of the great restaurant.

The younger man was both frankly interested and undoubtedly curious.

Mr.Sabin, though his eyes seemed everywhere, retained to the full extent that nonchalance of manner which all his life he had so assiduously cultivated.
"It is wonderful, my dear Felix," he said, leisurely drawing his cigarette-case from his pocket, "wonderful what good fellowship can be evolved by a kindred interest in sport, and a bottle or so of good champagne.

But, after all, this is not to be taken seriously." "Shamrock the fourth! Shamrock the fourth!" A tall young American, his thick head of hair, which had once been carefully parted in the middle, a little disheveled, his hard, clean-cut face flushed with enthusiasm, had risen to his feet and stood with a brimming glass of champagne high over his head.

Almost every one in the room rose to their feet.