I--don't owe it to a shop at all.

It's--it's a bridge debt!" The confession came out rather hurriedly.
Sara's face grew grave.
"But, Molly, you little fool, you've no business to be playing bridge.
Where have you been playing ?" "Oh, we play sometimes at the studios--when the light's too bad to go on painting, you know"-- airily.
"You mean," said Sara, "the artists' club people play ?" "Yes." Sara frowned.

She knew that Molly was one of the youngest members of this club of rather irresponsible and happy-go-lucky folk, and privately considered that Selwyn had made a great mistake in ever allowing her to join it.

It embodied, as she had discovered by inquiry, some of the most rapid elements of Oldhampton's society, and was, moreover, open to receive as temporary members artists who come from other parts of the country to paint in the neighbourhood.

More than one well-known name had figured in the temporary membership list, and, in addition, the name of certain _dilettanti_ to whom the freedom from convention of the artistic life signified far more that art itself.
"I don't understand," said Sara slowly, "how they let you go on playing until you owed twenty pounds.