"I wouldn't take dinner with you because I got to see a feller on East Broadway at six o'clock," Feigenbaum said; "but if you are willing I will meet you in front of the Casino at eight o'clock."
"Sure I'm willing," Philip said; "otherwise, I wouldn't of asked you."
"All right," Feigenbaum said, rising from his chair. "Eight o'clock, look for me in front of the Casino."
At seven o'clock Philip alighted from a Forty-second Street car. He strode into a fashionable hotel and handed ten dollars to the clerk in the theatre-ticket office.
"Give me four orchestra seats for the Casino for to-night," he said.
Thence he proceeded to the grill-room and consumed a tenderloin steak, hashed-brown potatoes, a mixed salad, pastry and coffee, and washed down the whole with a pint of ebullient refreshment.
Finally, he lit a fine cigar and paid the check, after which he took a small morocco-bound book from his waistcoat pocket. He turned to the last page of a series headed, "Schindler & Baum, Expense Account," and made the following entry:
"To entertainment of Henry Feigenbaum, $15.00."