Be-tuxed

But before the mob could spring into action, the be-tuxed youth, at once aware of his danger, took flight.

He had reached the center of the impressive lobby—“the place where your real dignity shows,” as he puts it—when he felt a violent clump on the back, heard a voice say: “Why, hello, Joey.” The words were not spoken by Mr. Asterbilt or any of the few be-jewelled and be-tuxed guests passing through the lobby at the late hour; they came from a bell boy.

Even so, it was easy to feel underdressed as we ambled to L’Orientale dining car through rows of be-gowned and be-tuxed swells.