"Oh, they might think her Spanish."
"But it's a snobbish place and she would have to give up all her friends."
"Yes, Freddie could scarcely visit—" the rest was lost.
"Which, being interpreted," whispered Miss Wynn, "means that Bryn Mawr draws the color line while we at times surmount it."
They moved on to another group.
"—Splendid draughtsman," a man was saying, "and passed at the head of the crowd; but, of course, he has no chance."
"Why, it's civil-service, isn't it?"
"It is. But what of that? There was Watson—"
Miss Wynn did not pause. She whispered: "This is the tale of Civil Service Reform, and how this mighty government gets rid of black men who know too much."
"But—" Bles tried to protest.