He came up to him again, after the luncheon. "This
is the first time you've been here, Oliver tells me," said he.
Montague assented, and the other added: "You'd better come and let
me show you the town. I have my car here."
Montague had no engagement, and no excuse handy. "It's very good of
you--" he began.
"All right," said Gamble. "Come on."
And he took him out and seated him in his huge red touring-car,
which had a seat expressly built for its owner, not too deep, and
very low, so that his fat little legs would reach the floor.
Gamble settled back in the cushions with a sigh. "Rum sort of a
place this, ain't it?" said he.
"It's interesting for a short visit," said Montague.
"You can count me out of it," said the other. "I like to spend my
summers in a place where I can take my coat off. And I prefer beer
to champagne in hot weather, anyhow."
Montague did not reply.
"Such an ungodly lot of snobs a fellow does meet!" remarked his
host, cheerily. "They have a fine time making fun of me--it amuses
them, and I don't mind.
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