They had reached the top of the staircase and were in sight of the dense crowd in the rooms.
"Come and have a drink," he suggested.

"A great many of these people will have cleared off presently." "I'll have a drink, with pleasure," Richard answered, "but I still can't see why you're stuck on this place." They strolled into the bar and found two vacant places.
"My dear young friend," Hunterleys said, as he ordered their drinks, "if you were an Englishman instead of an American, I think that I would give you a hint as to the reason why I do not wish to leave Monte Carlo just at present." "Can't see what difference that makes," Richard declared.

"You know I'm all for the old country." "I wonder whether you are," Hunterleys remarked thoughtfully.

"I tell you frankly that if I thought you meant it, I should probably come to you before long for a little help." "If ever you do, I'm your man," Richard assured him heartily.

"Any more scraps going ?" Hunterleys sipped his whisky and soda thoughtfully.