"Do they belong to the Club?"
"Yes—that's no recommendation now."
"I think I don't know them!" Stephanie reflected.
"Of course you don't. They came up from the weeds recently—along with Porshinger and Murchison and Berryman and their ilk."
"Who are Porshinger and Murchison?" Stephanie asked.
"Bounders. Plenty of money and an unlimited supply of brass. You know the sort. They are friends of the Woodsides and are down here very often. You may be afforded a view of them to-morrow."
"I saw them to-day—they spoke to Marcia Emerson as we were leaving Partridge's."
"Well, did you see much?" remarked Gladys.
"I saw two men—well groomed and superficially presentable."