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On Mondays and Thursdays, the only days Mr. Lanley went down-town, he expected to have the corner table at the restaurant where he always lunched and where, on leaving Farron's office, he went. He had barely finished ordering luncheon -- oyster stew, cold tongue, salad, and a bottle of Rhine wine -- when, looking up, he saw Wilsey was approaching him, beaming.
"Haryer, Wilsey?" he said, without cordiality.