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He rather fancied himself as a Lothario . He was secretly distressed about his rotund waist line and , theoretically , never ate a bite of lunch . `` I never touch a morsel from breakfast until dinner time . '' Still you might see him any day at noon at the Congress , or at the Athletic Club , or at one of the restaurants known for its savoury food , busy with one of the richer luncheon dishes and two cups of thick creamy coffee . Though the entire hotel was watching her Hannah was actually unconscious of Clint Darrow 's attentions , or their markedness , until her son-in-law Ed teased her about him one day . `` Some gal ! '' said Ed , and roared with laughter .