As they came out of the store, two men who were passing took off their hats and bowed most deferentially.
"Who were they?" asked Stephanie, as the car started.
"Charles Porshinger, on the outside—and Henry Murchison," Marcia answered, with a look of quick surprise.
"They must be new people—at least, I've never heard of them."
"They've been in society about a year—they both belong to the nice clubs, and are not married."
"It's comparatively easy for an unmarried man to get in," Stephanie observed. "All that he needs is to present a good appearance and to have a friend or two to vouch for him."
"And if he happens to have money, it is pretty easy to—get the friends!" Marcia smiled.
Stephanie nodded. "To buy the friends, you were about to say. Yes, it is easy now-a-days—entirely too easy."
Then she suddenly thought what she was saying and to whom—and stopped.
But Marcia only laughed—and answered: