Some of the men wore longish hair and the double tie of those who wish to be mistaken for dramatists.

Others affected a poetic disarrangement of collar, and fantastic beards.

There were others who had wandered over the border of middle age and who were bald and strangely adipose, with mackerel eyes and unpleasant mouths.

They were with young girls, gaudily but shabbily dressed, shopgirls perhaps, or artists' models or stenographers, who in dull and sordid lives grappled any chance to obtain a square meal, even if it had to be accessory to such companionship.

The minority of men present was made up of honest, clean, commonplace citizens who were there for a good dinner in surroundings that offered a certain stimulus to the imagination.
"Who are they all ?" asked Joan, beating time with a finger to the lilting tune which the little band had just begun, with obvious enjoyment.