I know a man who's only got one, but he runs him for all he's worth, and gets a pretty good living out of him." "My clients haven't been of that sort." Peter smiled a little at the thought of making a steady living out of the Blacketts, Dooleys or Milligans.
"It's all a matter of friends." Peter had a different theory, but he did not say so.

Just at that point they were joined by Laurence Ogden, who was duly introduced, and in a moment the conversation at their end of the table became general.

Peter listened, enjoying his Havana.
When they joined the ladies, they found Lispenard Ogden there, and he intercepted Peter.
"Look here," he said.

"A friend of mine has just come back from Europe, with a lot of prints.

He's a fellow who thinks he has discrimination, and he wants me to come up and look them over to-morrow evening.