Therefore Mr.Quarrier, Major Belwether--all the governors did their duty.

I--I naturally conclude that no governor of the Patroons Club feels very kindly toward me." Miss Landis sat very still, her small head bent, a flush still brightening her fair face.
She recalled a few of the details now--the scandal--something of the story.

Which particular actress it was she could not remember; but some men who had dined too freely had made the wager, and this boy sitting beside her had accepted it--and won it, by bringing into the sacred precincts of the Patroons Club a foolish, shameless girl disguised in a man's evening dress.
That was bad enough; that somebody promptly discovered it was worse; but worst of all was the publicity, the club's name smirched, the young man expelled from one of the two best clubs in the metropolis.
To read of such things in the columns of a daily paper had meant little to her except to repell her; to hear it mentioned among people of her own sort had left her incurious and indifferent.

But now she saw it in a new light, with the man who had figured in it seated beside her.

Did such men as he--such attractive, well-bred, amusing men as he--do that sort of thing?
There he sat, hat off, the sun touching his short, thick hair which waved a little at the temples--a boyish mould to head and shoulders, a cleanly outlined check and chin, a thoroughbred ear set close--a good face.