"It's the greatest thing I ever heard. I don't know him, but if he is half-way presentable you can teach him table manners in a week. I'd make my father give him a job in the bank!" asserted Marion Beekman.
"Me, too!" declared Ethel Vandergilt.
"He's just splendid," volunteered a brunette, enthusiastically.
"And did you see the papers!" shrieked Verona Mortimer. "I say, did you see the papers? And the pictures! Girls, she's a regular devil, and we never knew it! Where did you hide your brains all these years, Gracie, dear?"
"I never would have thought it possible," said the cold, philosophical Katherine Van Schaick. "I call it mighty well engineered. Did you tell him to do it, Grace? If so you are a genius!"
"Is he of the old New Jersey Rutgers?"
"If he's good-looking and has money, what's wrong with him? Booze?" asked a practical one.
"He isn't married, is he?" asked a doll-face with Reno in her heavenly eyes.
At this a hush fell on the group. It was the big moment.