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 One day in the club, Paul encountered John Armstrong, who laid a strong arm across his shoulders as he saluted him with a Well, old fellow, what are you doing here?

I'm with Lorillard and Company, Paul explained.

The hell you are! How's Mrs. Lorillard? I haven't run into her in years.

'paspe's just the same.

A cold woman! I never understood her. Inconceivable as it might seem, John Armstrong appeared to be brooding. I don't think I've seen her, he went on, after a pause, since the night we all went to Coney Island.

And picked up Zimbule.

That's the night! Say, she's somebody now! Well, he continued, I've been married since then. Got a kid.

That's quick work. I think I heard something about it.

Yep. Husband and father now. We live out at Great Neck. No good to keep a wife too near town. She wants to lunch with you if she's close enough. After my hard day's work I drive out, get home in time to see the kid before he goes to bed. Say, it's great! Come out with me some day.

I'd like to, John.

Whenever you want to. Just drop around to the office about four any day. We'll have a little drink and then I'll drive you out with me. John