"There is a small smoking room to the right of the dining room,"
he suggested. "I passed there but a moment ago and it was not
occupied. If you desire, sir, I will serve coffee there."
"An excellent idea." Clymer rose quickly and he and Kent followed
the waiter to the inclosed porch which had been converted into an
attractive lounging room for the club members. It was much cooler
than the over-heated dining room, and Kent was grateful for the
subdued light given out by the artistically shaded lamps with which
it was furnished. There was silence while the waiter with deft
fingers arranged the coffee and cigars on a wicker table; then
receiving Clymer's generous tip with a word of thanks, the man
departed.
Kent wheeled his chair around so as to face his companion and
still have a side view of the dining room, where tables were being
rapidly removed for the dance which followed dinners on Thursday
nights. Clymer selected a cigar with care and, leaning back in
his chair until the wicker creaked under his weight, he waited
patiently for Kent to speak.
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