Rupert turned in his chair to see a portly man in an off-the-peg checked suit standing next to a woman in a vividly floral sundress.
"Say," the man said. "Do you happen to know what sort of carpet that is?"
Rupert looked down at the floor. He hadn't even noticed the pattern, never mind the age, of the rug his table and chair stood on.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm rather new here. Why don't you go back through to the hall and ask one of the ladies there?"
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