“My wife! It’s a man’s club.”
“Oh, I see. Men only. Rather selfish, isn’t it?”
Herbert Heywood was frankly astonished.
“Selfish? Why selfish? Well, I won’t stop to argue the point. Good-night, Clare. Doubtless you will enjoy Miss Vernon’s remarkable and revolutionary ideas.”
“I am sure I shall,” said Clare.
Mrs. Heywood followed her son to the door.
“Be sure you put a muffler round your neck, dear.”
Herbert answered his mother in a low voice, looking fiercely at Madge Vernon.
“I should like to twist it round somebody else’s neck!”
“I will come and find it for you, dear.”