I forget the exact phrasing; something about' ceases to retain his membership, and such shares of stock as he may own in the said club shall be appraised and delivered to the treasurer upon receipt of the value'-- or something like that." Still Neergard looked at him, hunched up in his chair, chin sunk on his chest.
"Thought it just as well to mention it," said Ruthven blandly, "as they've seen fit to take advantage of the--ah--opportunity--under legal advice.

You'll hear from the secretary, I fancy--Mottly, you know.

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_Is_ there anything more, Neergard ?" Neergard scarcely heard him.