A hasty meeting of the "Select Sociables" was summoned, by means of Braider, that very evening, to take into consideration the action of the Club at the forthcoming levee, at which it was agreed unanimously that, after the Captain's threat, no member of that honourable body should, on any account, show up.
Heathcote held up his hand for the resolution with the others, and felt sure, in his own mind, Dick would have done the same.
"Mind, nobody shows up, on any pretext," said Spokes, as the meeting separated.

"We're on our honour, and, of course, no one mentions the Club out-of-doors." Of course, nobody would think of such a thing.
Heathcote felt a good deal concerned as the evening went on, and still no sign came from Dick.

It wasn't exactly kind to keep a fellow in suspense like this.

The only thing was to take the bull by the horns, and announce what _he_ was going to do.

Then, possibly, Dick might show his hand.
"I've decided not to show up at the levee," said Georgie, on the morning of the eventful day.
"Have you ?" said Dick, with a most provoking indifference.
"Yes," said the cunning Georgie.