A SUPPER PARTY AT LUIGI'S Laverick walked into Luigi's Restaurant at about a quarter to twelve, and found the place crowded with many little supper-parties on their way to a fancy dress ball.

The demand for tables was far in excess of the supply, but he had scarcely shown himself before the head maitre d'hotel came hurrying up.
"Mademoiselle Idiale is waiting for you, sir," he announced at once.
"Will you be so good as to come this way ?" Laverick followed him.

She was sitting at the same table as last night, but she was alone, and it was laid, he noticed with surprise, only for two.
"You have treated me," she said, as she held out her fingers, "to a new sensation.

I have waited for you alone here for a quarter of an hour--I! Such a thing has never happened to me before." "You do me too much honor," Laverick declared, seating himself and taking up the carte.
"Then, too," she continued, "I sup alone with you.

That is what I seldom do with any man.