It was not Fancy but Clytie who had, apparently, most surprised him. He gave a questioning look at her as he replied, not a little confused:
"Won't you sit down here in my place? There's plenty of room. I'll get another chair—or," he stole another glance at Clytie, "I'll let you have half of mine!"
"I accept!" said Fancy Gray.
Clytie smiled encouragingly. "I'll divide mine with you, too, if you like."
"You're a gentleman! I'd much rather sit with you, Miss Payson; thank you!" Then she looked at Clytie fondly. "I thought I was right about you! You are a thoroughbred, aren't you?"
"We're educating Mr. Cayley, my dear." Clytie gave him a bright smile. "He has a few things yet to learn about women."
"I plead guilty," said Cayley, watching the two with curiosity.
"Miss Gray and I are disciples of the same school. She gave me the password." Clytie was fairly superb—she even outshone Fancy—she was regal.
Fancy laughed. "You're the only one who knows it, that I ever met, though."
"Ah," said Clytie, "then that's the only way I can beat you—I believe many women are initiated."