"He's a professional!" "An actor!" she cried incredulously. "No, a professional diner-out. Wasn't that rich young Jackson there?" "Why, yes; but do tell me how you knew?" The girl was softening a little, her curiosity aroused. "Of course I will," he said boyishly, at once pleased with himself and his sympathetic audience. "About five-thirty I happened to be in the club. Medford was there, and as usual catering to Jackson, when the latter was called to the 'phone. Naturally, I put two and two together." He paused to more thoroughly enjoy the look of utter mystification that hovered on the girl's countenance. It was very apparent that this method of deduction through addition was unsatisfying. "What Jackson said to Medford, on his return," the young man continued, "I did not hear; but from the expression on the listener's face I could have wagered that an invitation had been extended and accepted. Oh, we boys have got it down fine! Garrison is---" "And who is Garrison?" "Garrison is the head door man at the club. It's positively amazing the number of telephone calls he receives every afternoon from well-known society women!" "What about? And what's that got to do with Mr. Medford taking me in to dinner?" "Just this: Suppose Mrs. Rowden..." "Mrs. Rowden!" The girl was nonplussed. "Yes--wants to find out who's in the club? She 'phones Garrison. Instantly, after ascertaining which set--younger or older is wanted, from a small card upon which he has written a few but choice names of club members, he submits a name to her." "Really, you don't mean to tell me that such a thing is actually done?" exclaimed Miss Cable, who as yet was socially so unsophisticated as to be horrified; "you're joking, of course!" "But nine time out of ten," ignoring the interruption; "it is met with: 'Don't want him!' Another: 'Makes a bad combination!' A third: 'Oh, no, my dear, not a dollar to his name--hopelessly ineligible!' This last exclamation though intended solely for the visitor at her home, elicits from Garrison a low chuckle of approval of the speaker's discrimination; and presently, he hears: 'Goodness me, Garrison, there must be someone else!' Then, to her delights she is informed that Mr. Jackson has just come in; and he is requested to come to the 'phone, Garrison being dismissed with thanks and the expectation of seeing her butler in the morning." "How perfectly delicious!" came from the girl. "I can almost hear Mrs. Rowden telling Jackson that he will be the dearest boy in the world if he will dine with her."