"How's the club getting on?" Driscoll asked her one evening, as she was leaving.
Gano was spreading out his writing materials on the rickety table.
"Oh, all right," she said, pinning her brown hat firmly on her coil of black hair.
"You haven't had the honor of being admitted to the club," said Driscoll, laughing and nodding over at Gano. "You aren't considered worthy."
"You weren't considered worthy," said Mrs. Burne, smiling faintly, "but you would come."
"And if I adopted the same tactics," suggested Gano.
"No, no," she said, hastily; "it's really only for women."
She hunted about for her gloves. It was the first time Gano had ever seen a look of embarrassment on the calm face.
"What kind of a club?" he asked.