If you hurry you will be just in time to see the Village come in.

For this is their really favourite haunt--their Mecca when their pockets will stand it--the Village Restaurant de Luxe! Upstairs are exquisite frocks and impeccable evening clothes; good jewels and, incidentally, a good many tired faces--from uptown.

Down here it is different.

The crowd is younger, poorer, more strikingly bizarre--immeasurably more interesting.

Everyone here does something, or thinks he does--which is just as good;--or pretends to--which is next best.