Pendleton glanced out in time to see a tall girl in a blue gown and a picture hat toss the reins of the dancing bay to a groom and spring lightly from her high perch.
"That is Miss Emerson," he answered. "Does the world-wanderer approve of her style?"
"Pretty fit!" was the reply. "Especially fit with such a father. Is it the mother?"
"No—it's not the mother," said Pendleton decidedly; "and we can't go back any further. I'll present you if you wish."
"She is very good looking," Burgoyne reflected.
"If you go upstairs you'll likely see plenty more with the same opinion," Devereux remarked. "She is the most popular girl in the Club, if attentions count and the number of the attentioners." He pushed back his chair. "I think I'll go up myself—come along?"
"Not now, thank you," Burgoyne declined. "I shall sit here with Pendleton and be put wise to the changes that have occurred in my absence."
"You'll keep him busy—as changers we're in the chameleon class. So long!" and with a nod he went upstairs.
"He hasn't changed!" Burgoyne laughed.