They gave their orders.
"And perhaps your friend would have one?" Luke suggested.
The man raised his rheumy eyes.
"What friend?"
"The—the one that spoke to me when I came in."
"Who? That skirt? I never saw her before in my life."
Their drinks came, and the men drank for a while in silence.
"What's your graft?" asked the man presently.
"I'm a lawyer," said Luke. He was first proud of the answer and then ashamed of himself for being proud of it.
The man looked at him dreamily through watering eyes.