The Village is not only a locality, you understand, it is a point of view. It reaches out imperiously and fastens on what it will. The Brevoort basement--after ten o'clock at night--is the Village. So is the Lafayette on occasion. During the day they are delightful French hostelries catering to all the world who like heavenly things to eat and the right atmosphere in which to eat them. But as the magic hour strikes, presto!--they suffer a sea change and become the quintessence of the Spirit of the Village! It is 10.20 P.M. at the Brevoort in the restaurant upstairs. All the world and his wife--or his sweetheart--are fully represented. Most of the uptowners--the regulation clientele--are going away, having finished gorging themselves on delectable things; some few of them are lingering, lazily curious; a certain small number are still coming in, moved by that restless Manhattanic spirit that hates to go home in the dark. Among these is a discontented, well-dressed couple, seen half an hour before completing their dinner a block away at the Lafayette. The head waiter at that restaurant explained them nonchalantly, not to say casually: "It is the gentleman who married his manicurist. Regard, then--one perceives they are not happy--eh? It is understood that she beats him." Yonder is a moving-picture star, quite alone, eating a great deal, and looking blissfully content. There is a man who has won a fortune in war-brides--the one at the next table did it with carpets. There is a great lady--a very great lady indeed--who, at this season, _should_ be out of town. Swiftly moving, deft-handed waiters, the faint perfume of delicate food, the sparkle of light upon rare wine, the complex murmur of a well-filled dining-room. It is so far not strikingly different, in the impression it gives, from uptown restaurants. But the hands of the clock are pointing to the half-hour after ten. Hasten, then, to the downstairs cafe,--the two rooms, sunk below the level of Fifth Avenue, yet cool and airy. 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!