He went to bed rather resentfully conscious of the difference there was in the benefactions of Miss Phyllis Fane.
Shortly after this Mr.Ticke's own luck mended, and on two different occasions Elfrida found a bunch of daffodils outside her door in the morning, that made a mute and graceful acknowledgment of the financial bond Mr.Ticke did not dream of offering to materialize in any other way.

He felt his gratitude finely; it suggested to him a number of little directions in which he could make himself useful to Miss Bell, putting aside entirely the question of repayment.

One of these resolved itself into an invitation from the Arcadia Club, of which Mr.Ticke was a member in impressive arrears, to their monthly _soiree_ in the Landscapists' rooms in Bond Street.

The Arcadia Club had the most liberal scope of any in London, he told Elfrida, and included the most interesting people.
Painters belonged to it, and sculptors, actors, novelists, musicians, journalists, perhaps above all, journalists.
A great many ladies were members, Elfrida would see, and they were always glad to welcome a new personality.

The club recognized how the world had run to types, and how scarce and valuable personalities were in consequence.
It was not a particularly conventional club, but he would arrange that, if Elfrida would accept his escort.