Luncheon at the Ritz was an almost unexpectedly pleasant meal.

The two men sat at a table near the door and exchanged greetings with many acquaintances.

Karschoff, who was in an unusually loquacious frame of mind, pointed out many of the habitues of the place to his companion.
"I am become a club and restaurant lounger in my old age," he declared, a little bitterly.

"Almost a boulevardier.

Still, what else is there for a man without a country to do ?" "You know everybody," Nigel replied, without reference to his companion's lament.