CONTENTS: I. DUSK II. EIGHT O'CLOCK III. EIGHT-THIRTY IV. AN INTERLUDE V. NINE O'CLOCK VI. NINE-THIRTY VII. TEN O'CLOCK VIII. TEN-THIRTY IX. ELEVEN O'CLOCK X. MIDNIGHT XI. ONE O'CLOCK XII. TWO-THIRTY A.M. XIII. WHEREIN LADY HERMIONE "ACTS FOR THE BEST" XIV. THREE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING XV. WHEREIN THE PACE SLACKENS-BUT ONLY FOR A FEW HOURS XVI. A PARLEY XVII. WHEREIN JOHN AND HERMIONE BECOME ORDINARY MEMBERS OF SOCIETY an excerpt from: CHAPTER I DUSK "There, sonny--behold the city of your dreams! Good old New York, as per schedule. . . . Gee! Ain't she great?" The slim, self-possessed youth of twenty hardly seemed to expect an answer; but the man addressed in this pert manner, though the senior of the pair by six years, felt that the emotion throbbing in his heart must be allowed to bubble forth lest he became hysterical. "Old New York, do you call it?" he asked quietly. The tense restraint in his voice would perhaps have betrayed his mood to a more delicately tuned ear than his companion's, but young Howard Devar, heir of the Devar millions--son of "Vancouver" Devar, the Devar who fed multitudes on canned salmon, and was suspected of having cornered wheat at least once, thus woefully misapplying the parable of the loaves and fishes--had the wit to appreciate the significance of the question, deaf as he was to its note of longing, of adulation, of vibrant sentiment. "Coelum non animum mutat, which, in good American, means that it is the same old city on the level, and only changes its sky-line," he chortled. "Bet you a five-spot to a nickel I'll walk blindfolded along Twenty-third Street from the Hoboken Ferry any time of the day, and take the correct turn into Broadway, bar being run over by a taxi or street-car at the crossings." "I'll take the same odds and do that myself. How could any normal human being miss the rattle of the Sixth Avenue Elevated?" Devar's forehead wrinkled with surprise. "Hello, there! Hold on! How often have you told me that you had never seen New York since you were a baby?" he cried. "Nor have I. Ten years ago, almost to a day, I sailed from Boston to Europe with my people, and I had never revisited New York after leaving it in infancy, though both my father and mother hailed from the Bronx." "There's a cog missing somewhere, or my mental gear-box is out of shape." "Not a bit of it. One may learn heaps of things from maps and books." "Start right in, then, and take an honors course, for behold in me a map and a book and a high-grade society index for the whole blessed little island of Manhattan." --This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.