"Who is he? A tailor?" asked the girl.

Oliver was sitting on the edge of the canape, swinging one leg over
the other; and he stopped abruptly and stared, and then sank back,
laughing softly to himself. "Oh, dear me!" he said. "Poor Reggie!"

Then, realizing that he would have to begin at the beginning, he
proceeded to explain that Reggie Mann was a cotillion leader, the
idol of the feminine side of society. He was the special pet and
protege of the great Mrs. de Graffenried, of whom they had surely
heard--Mrs. de Graffenried, who was acknowledged to be the mistress
of society at Newport, and was destined some day to be mistress in
New York. Reggie and Oliver were "thick," and he had stayed in town
on purpose to attend to her attiring--having seen her picture, and
vowed that he would make a work of art out of her. And then Mrs.
Robbie Walling would give her a dance; and all the world would come
to fall at her feet.

"You and I are going out to 'Black Forest,' the Wallings'
shooting-lodge, to-morrow," Oliver added to his brother. "You'll
meet Mrs. Robbie there. You've heard of the Wallings, I hope."

"Yes," said Montague, "I'm not that ignorant."

"All right," said the other, "we're to motor down. I'm going to take
you in my racing-car, so you'll have an experience. We'll start
early."

"I'll be ready," said Montague; and when his brother replied that he