The following day, Reg engaged a private room in the hotel, and gave instructions that Mr. Thomas was to be shown up immediately on his arrival, an event which soon happened.
"How do you do, Morris?" said Tommy, genially coming towards him. "Awfully good of you to think of me."
"Yes, I wanted to have a chat with you."
"You don't look well, old fellow. Nothing wrong, I hope."
"I have a little trouble, but—"
"Then let me share it, old fellow."
"What will you have to drink?" asked Reg, disregarding the invitation.
"Ah! the best way to kill trouble. Drink, and put your care in the grave."
The liquor was brought, and the waiter dismissed with instructions that they were not on any account to be disturbed.
"Do you mind my drawing the curtains?" said Reg, "the light affects my eyes."