"I think we'll call it dinner to-night.

I'm suffering from a natural reaction after our Spartan habits at the mine, and believe the occasion indicates the Place Viger.

In fact, I telegraphed about a table and rooms." They drove across the city, and Agatha looked about with some amusement and curiosity as she ate her dinner among wealthy English and American tourists in the big dining-room.

George had taken her to a hotel of another kind that catered for small business men, but she hoped Scott's fastidious choice of the wines and the late flowers he had ordered were justified.

As she studied some of the other women's clothes and contrasted them with hers, he looked up with a twinkle.
"It's obvious that Toronto can hold its own with London, Paris, and New York," he said.