"Sit down," and he motioned him to one of the chairs in the little room.
"What's the matter, George ?" asked Taintor.

"You look a little glum.
Haven't lost at the track, have you ?" "I'm not feeling very well to-night.

I had a slight cold the other day." "Take whiskey, George," said Taintor.

"You ought to know that." Hurstwood smiled.
While they were still conferring there, several other of Hurstwood's friends entered, and not long after eleven, the theatres being out, some actors began to drop in--among them some notabilities.
Then began one of those pointless social conversations so common in American resorts where the would-be gilded attempt to rub off gilt from those who have it in abundance.

If Hurstwood had one leaning, it was toward notabilities.