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When you did n't show up in answer to my note I telephoned , and they told me you were away . Where 've you been ? '' `` Putting in a week at the Field Club at Greenwich , '' replied Howard , filling a large cigarette case from the nearest box , as was his most friendly habit . `` Two sweaters , tennis morning , noon and night , no sugar , no beer , no butter , no bread , gallons of hot water -- and look at me ! Martin , it 's a tragedy . If I go on like this , it 's me for Barnum 's Circus as the world 's prize pig . What 's the trouble ? ''