Mr. Towers Chandler put aside money from his small salary and every ten weeks in an outfit, he went to the expensive part of the city and masterfully pretended to be a rich loafer. The rest of the days, Chandler wore a bad suit and ate dubious table dots.

Once during a walk, heading to an expensive fashionable restaurant, he helped a modestly dressed girl slipping on the sidewalk. A decent, laboring girl was what his lonely feasts lacked. Chandler invited her to dine with him. Fascinated by a lovely companion named Merion, seeing her simple clothes, Chandler decided to impress her by talking about how he spends time in clubs and banquets, playing golf and riding on an expensive yacht. But to the girl, such a pastime seemed empty and aimless. Where it would be better to find an interesting job. Work? Each time, change clothes for dinner, make ten visits a day — and loafers are the most hard-working people.

At home, Chandler wondered: was it worth it to make all this nonsense a decent girl? If he told her the truth, they could ...

Merion walked two blocks and entered a beautiful expensive mansion. Her elder sister was worried there, where did Merion run away in the tattered maid? And Merion dreamed about how she wants to love a person, let him be the last poor man, only let him have useful work, a goal in life. And those young people who surround them spend their whole lives in clubs and banquets. Is it possible to love such a person, even if he is respectful of poor girls?