Here goes for a good time!" He dismissed the taxi and entered the Milan, swaggering just a little.
They lunched together and neither showed their usual discrimination in the selection of the meal.

In place of the light wine which Mr.
Waddington generally chose, they had champagne.

They drank Benedictine with their coffee and smoked cigars instead of cigarettes.

Their conversation was a trifle jerky and Mr.Waddington kept on returning to the subject of the Menatogen Company.
"You know, I've three beans left, Burton," he explained, towards the end of the meal.

"I don't know why I should keep them.