Her one wish was, on her own statement, to lose herself.

So very naturally Mrs.Rasselyer-Brown looked at once to Mrs.Buncomhearst to preside over the meetings of the new society.
* * * * * The large dining-room at the Rasselyer-Browns' had been cleared out as a sort of auditorium, and in it some fifty or sixty of Mrs.
Rasselyer-Brown's more intimate friends had gathered.

The whole meeting was composed of ladies, except for the presence of one or two men who represented special cases.

There was, of course, little Mr.Spillikins, with his vacuous face and football hair, who was there, as everybody knew, on account of Dulphemia; and there was old Judge Longerstill, who sat leaning on a gold-headed stick with his head sideways, trying to hear some fraction of what was being said.

He came to the gathering in the hope that it would prove a likely place for seconding a vote of thanks and saying a few words--half an hour's talk, perhaps--on the constitution of the United States.