He let himself in and began to follow the directions of the Montague girl.

The bath, clean linen, the other belted suit, already pressed, the other shoes, the buttoned, cloth-topped ones, already polished! He felt now more equal to the encounter with a heartless society woman.

But, as she did not return, he went out in obedience to a new hunger.
In the most sumptuous cafeteria he knew of, one patronized only in his first careless days of opulence, he ate for a long time.

Roast beef and potatoes he ordered twice, nor did he forget to drink the milk prescribed by his benefactress.

Plenty of milk would make him more than ever resemble Harold Parmalee.