would be at the door at eleven, he made another amused note as to
the habits of New Yorkers.

The price which he paid at the hotel included the services of a
valet or a maid for each of them, and so when their baggage arrived
they had nothing to do. They went to lunch in one of the main
dining-rooms of the hotel, a room with towering columns of
dark-green marble and a maze of palms and flowers. Oliver did the
ordering; his brother noticed that the simple meal cost them about
fifteen dollars, and he wondered if they were to eat at that rate
all the time.

Then Montague mentioned the fact that before leaving home he had
received a telegram from General Prentice, asking him to go with him
that evening to the meeting of the Loyal Legion. Montague wondered,
half amused, if his brother would deem his old clothing fit for such
a function. But Oliver replied that it would not matter what he wore
there; he would not meet anyone who counted, except Prentice
himself. The General and his family were prominent in society, it
appeared, and were to be cultivated. But Oliver shrewdly forbore to
elaborate upon this, knowing that his brother would be certain to
talk about old times, which would bo the surest possible method of
lodging himself in the good graces of General Prentice.

After luncheon came Reggie Mann, dapper and exquisite, with slender
little figure and mincing gait, and the delicate hands and soft
voice of a woman. He was dressed for the afternoon parade, and wore
a wonderful scarlet orchid in his buttonhole. Montague's hand he
shook at his shoulder's height; but when Alice came in he did not
shake hands with her. Instead, he stood and gazed, and gazed again,