Young Mr.
So-and-So would entertain a party of friends at a private luncheon on the sixteenth, at Sherry's.

The common run of conventional, perfunctory notices of the doings of society, which she could scarcely refrain from scanning each day, had given her a distinct idea of the gorgeousness and luxury of this wonderful temple of gastronomy.

Now, at last, she was really in it.

She had come up the imposing steps, guarded by the large and portly doorman.

She had seen the lobby, guarded by another large and portly gentleman, and been waited upon by uniformed youths who took care of canes, overcoats, and the like.