“No—and yet, come to think—let me see—when did you say?” replied Frank doubtfully.
“Between 1870 and '80, as nearly as we can make out, probably about the middle of the decade,” said Nellie.
“I think I was in C——— at about that time. I believe I was still living with my father's family.”
“I told you so,” said Nellie to Jessie, and, turning again to Frank, she asked:—
“Do you remember anything about a social club there?”
“I do,” replied Frank, with some appearance of interest. “I recall something of the sort quite distinctly, though I suppose I have n't thought of it for twenty years. How did you ever hear of it, Mrs. Hyde?”
“Why, I was a member,” replied she briskly, “and so was Mrs. Tyrrell. We were reminded of it the other day by a discovery Mrs. Tyrrell made in an old bureau drawer of a photograph of the members of the club in a group, taken probably all of fifty years ago, and yellow as you can imagine. There was one figure that resembled you, doctor, as you might have looked then, and I thought, too, that I recalled you as one of the members; but Mrs. Tyrrell could not, and so we agreed to settle the matter by appealing to your own recollection.”
“Yes, indeed,” said Frank, “I now recall the club very perfectly, and it seems to me Governor Townsley was also in it.”
“Yes, I think I was a member,” assented George, “though my recollections are rather hazy.”
Mary and Henry, being appealed to, failed to remember anything about the club, the latter suggesting that probably it flourished before he came to C———. Jessie was quite sure she recalled Henry, but the others could not do so with much positiveness.