This establishment exuded an air of exclusivity, attracting individuals of notable standing.

Once inside, Harold retreated to a private room, seeking solace in the isolation it offered. With a heavy heart, he poured himself a drink and silently contemplated his current predicament.

Observing Harold's despondency, the manager approached and joined him for a drink, displaying genuine concern.

"Mr. Moore, have you had a disagreement with your girlfriend?" he inquired politely.

“Why else would you be indulging in daytime drinking? I have heard that the young lady from the Fowler family holds deep affection for you. How could she possibly quarrel with you?"