Others had failed, and had departed sorrowful, conscious of the necessity of "thinking it out again." Guests with other engagements were taking their leave.

A piquante little woman, outrageously but effectively dressed--she looked like a drawing by Beardsley--drew her aside.

"I've always wished I were a man," she said.
"It seemed to me that they had all the power.

From this afternoon, I shall be proud of belonging to the governing sex." She laughed and slipped away.
Phillips was waiting for her in the vestibule.

She had forgotten him; but now she felt glad of his humble request to be allowed to see her home.