"The faithful Alphomse," said Reggie, nodding toward his valet. "Her
maid told him. And Frank vows he'll sue--I half expected to see it
in the papers this morning."

"I met Vivie on the street yesterday," said Oliver. "She looked as
chipper as ever."

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. "Have you seen this week's paper?" he
asked. "They've got another of Ysabel's suppressed poems in."--And
then he turned toward Montague to explain that "Ysabel" was the
pseudonym of a young debutante who had fallen under the spell of
Baudelaire and Wilde, and had published a volume of poems of such
furious eroticism that her parents were buying up stray copies at
fabulous prices.

Then the conversation turned to the Horse Show, and for quite a
while they talked about who was going to wear what. Finally Oliver
rose, saying that they would have to get a bite to eat before
leaving for the Havens's. "You'll have a good time," said Reggie.
"I'd have gone myself, only I promised to stay and help Mrs. de
Graffenried design a dinner. So long!"

Montague had heard nothing about the visit to the Havens's; but now,
as they strolled down the Avenue, Oliver explained that they were to
spend the weekend at Castle Havens. There was quite a party going up
this Friday afternoon, and they would find one of the Havens's
private cars waiting. They had nothing to do meantime, for their
valets would attend to their packing, and Alice and her maid would
meet them at the depot.