eleven o'clock
The studio of Tony Collasso was of fair size , and adorned with many unframed paintings , chiefly his own , and a few good tapestries and bits of bric-à-brac variously jettisoned from the sea of life in which he had drifted . The crowd itself was typical . A few very minor writers and artists , a model or two , and several women who had thinking parts in current Broadway productions . At eleven o'clock the guests of honor arrived in a taxicab . They were Mr. William Farbish and Miss Winifred Starr . Having come , as they explained , direct from the theater where Miss Starr danced in the first row , they were in evening dress . Samson mentally acknowledged , though , with instinctive disfavor for the pair , that both were , in a way , handsome .