Wandering into the main dining room of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel of an evening you may find him. There he is−tall, sober, the perfect bachelor, who has attained years of discretion. Like a gracious prince−for he is a man of distinction−he frequents this semi-public haunt, where ever and again appear the potentates with whom he may speak on terms of equality.
This, he thinks, is that which should accompany old age. Theodore, the headwaiter, bows. The distinguished bachelor strolls in. Perhaps, this evening, he will join two or three men friends for dinner. He orders well, discriminatingly. He enjoys his meal in leisure....
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