--a plainly dressed man whose clothes on inspection
revealed marvels of fineness and harmonious color; a quietly
dressed woman whose costume from tip of plume to tip of suede
slipper was a revelation of how fine a fine art the toilet can
be made.

"Well--we're right in it, for sure," said Freddie, dropping to
a sofa in their suite and lighting a cigarette.

"Yes," said Susan, with a sigh. "In it--but not of it."

"I almost lost my nerve as I sat there. And for the life of
me I can't tell why."

"Those people know how," replied Susan. "Well--what they've
learned we can learn."

"Sure," said he energetically. "It's going to take a lot of
practice--a lot of time. But I'm game." His expression, its
suggestion of helplessness and appeal, was a clear confession
of a feeling that she was his superior.

"We're both of us ignorant," she hastened to say. "But when
we get our bearings--in a day or two--we'll be all right."

"Let's have dinner up here in the sitting-room. I haven't got
the nerve to face that gang again today"

"Nonsense!" laughed she. "We mustn't give way to our
feelings--not for a minute. There'll be a lot of people as
badly off as we are. I saw some this afternoon--and from the
way the waiters treated them, I know they had money or
something. Put on your evening suit, and you'll be all right.
I'm the one that hasn't anything to wear. But I've got to go
and study the styles. I must begin to learn what to wear and
now to wear it. We've come to the right place, Freddie.
Cheer up!"

He felt better when he was in evening clothes which made him
handsome indeed, bringing out all his refinement of feature
and coloring. He was almost cheerful when Susan came into the
sitting-room in the pale gray of her two new toilettes. It
might be, as she insisted, that she was not dressed properly
for fashionable dining; but there would be no more delicate,
no more lady-like loveliness. He quite recovered his nerve
when they faced the company that had terrified him in
prospect. He saw many commonplace looking people, not a few
who were downright dowdy. And presently he had the
satisfaction of realizing that not only Susan but he also was
getting admiring attention. He no longer floundered
panic-stricken; his feet touched bottom and he felt foolish
about his sensations of a few minutes before.

After all, the world over, dining in a restaurant is nothing
but dining in a restaurant. The waiter and