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Old Bill knows her slightly, as it were. Not very well, don't you know, but how shall I put it?" "Slightly," suggested Bill. "Just the word. Slightly." "Splendid!" said Reggie van Tuyl. "Why don't you come along to the Ritz and meet her now?" Bill stammered. Archie came to the rescue again. "Bill can't come now. He's got a date." "A date?" said Bill. "A date," said Archie.
He squeezed the other's arm fondly. "Fancy meeting you again like this! I've often wondered what became of you. But, by Jove, I was forgetting. Dashed rude of me. My friend, Mr. van Tuyl." Reggie gulped. The longer he looked at it, the harder this man's costume was to bear.
Archie since his arrival had been showered with these pleasant evidences of his popularity; and he was now an honorary member of so many clubs of various kinds that he had not time to go to them all. There were the fashionable clubs along Fifth Avenue to which his friend Reggie van Tuyl, son of his Florida hostess, had introduced him.
He liked Reggie, and it also occurred to him that a man of the world like the heir of the van Tuyls, who had been popping about New York for years, might be able to give him some much-needed information on the procedure at an auction sale, a matter on which he himself was profoundly ignorant. Reggie Van Tuyl approached the table languidly, and sank down into a chair.
I'll come with you and show you." When he entered the Art Galleries a few minutes later, Archie was glad of the moral support of even such a wobbly reed as Reggie van Tuyl. There is something about an auction room which weighs heavily upon the novice.
"Will anyone offer me a dollar for this unique figure?" "Leap at it, old top," said Reggie van Tuyl. "Twiddle, dear boy, twiddle! A dollar's reasonable." Archie twiddled. "One dollar I am offered," said the high-priest, bitterly. "One gentleman here is not afraid to take a chance. One gentleman here knows a good thing when he sees one."
Having completed the satisfactory deal, the jeweller threw off the business manner and became chatty. "So you are going to the ball-game? It should be an interesting contest." Reggie van Tuyl, now by his own standards completely awake, took exception to this remark. "Not a bit of it!" he said, decidedly. "No contest! Can't call it a contest! Walkover for the Pirates!"
"Oh, shut up! Of course a man knows when a girl's fond of him." "By no means, laddie. When you're my age " "I AM your age." "So you are! I forgot that. Well, now, approaching the matter from another angle, let us suppose, old son, that Miss What's-Her-Name the party of the second part " "Stop it!" said Bill suddenly. "Here comes Reggie!" "Eh?" "Here comes Reggie van Tuyl.
"Then that's splendid. You'd better give Archie that photograph of Mabel to give to Reggie, Bill." "Photograph?" said Bill. "Which photograph? I have twenty-four!" Archie found Reggie van Tuyl brooding in a window of his club that looked over Fifth Avenue. Reggie was a rather melancholy young man who suffered from elephantiasis of the bank-roll and the other evils that arise from that complaint.
Willie, a sort of acolyte, manoeuvred the chair as directed. Reggie van Tuyl, who had been yawning in a hopeless sort of way, showed his first flicker of interest. "Willie," he observed, eyeing that youth more with pity than reproach, "has a face like Jo-Jo the dog-faced boy, don't you think so?" Archie nodded briefly. Precisely the same criticism had occurred to him.
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