puzzled. At the Club he was not a favorite, and was not among those good fellows who always have a funny story to set the roomful laughing. He was very apt to be quoted as the authority for the last on dit, if it was an on dit at all detrimental to the person talked about. "Do tell me what Gray Grosvenor is distinguished for." (No one ever spoke of him as Grosvenor, or Gray; the two names were given him as scrupulously behind his back as before his face.)
Mrs. Craig answered promptly: "Oh, I'll tell you about him in two minutes. He is the Cerberus of Newport Society, and unless you can soothe his two heads, one of which is snobbery, the other vanity, you must give up all hopes of entering the inner circle of Hades,—for which read society. He is the man who can cut your name from the list of a subscription ball, can keep you out of any club he belongs to, if he happens not to fancy the cut of your dress-coat or the way you wear your moustache. He
