CHAPTER XII.
DINING AT ISAAC'S.
On the following day, when Shirley Roseleaf presented himself at the Hoffman House, he found Mr. Weil awaiting him in a state of great good nature.
"Go home and make yourself ready for a dive into the infernal regions," he said, merrily. "I am going to take you to a place where the devil spends his vacation, and show you a set of women as different from those you have lately met as chalk is from indigo. Be here at nine o'clock this evening, prepared for the descent."
A vision of subterranean passages crossed the mind of the listener, and he thought of tall boots and a tarpaulin.
"How shall I dress—roughly, I suppose?" he inquired.
"Certainly not. Put on your swallow tail, and white tie. Vice in these days wears its best garments. You cannot tell a g
