"Club? What club?" said Gray, who was arriving at that state when the truth begins to leak out unawares.
"Why, your club, of course; you're the secretary."
"Am I? Hooray! Hooray for the secretary!"
"You are the secretary, aren't you, Jimmy?" said Mrs. Gray.
"Course I am. You just said so. Hooray for——"
"Jimmy!" Mrs. Gray clutched his arm and took the glass from his hand. "Have you been deceiving me? Tell me if you belong to the club or not, and if you're really the secretary? Oh, Jimmy!"
Mrs. Gray sat down and burst into tears.
If anything was calculated to bring Gray into a sober state, it was the tears of his wife. He was not a model husband, but he had some affection for the little woman who adored and cared for him, and the sight of her weeping awoke him to the error he had made.
Gray had put his arm about her and lifted her up.
"I'm the secretary, little woman. Now don't cry any more. It's all right. I'm the secretary."