Soames belonged to two clubs, 'The Connoisseurs,' which he put on his cards and seldom visited, and 'The Remove,' which he did not put on his cards and frequented.

He had joined this Liberal institution five years ago, having made sure that its members were now nearly all sound Conservatives in heart and pocket, if not in principle.

Uncle Nicholas had put him up.

The fine reading-room was decorated in the Adam style.
On entering that evening he glanced at the tape for any news about the Transvaal, and noted that Consols were down seven-sixteenths since the morning.

He was turning away to seek the reading-room when a voice behind him said: "Well, Soames, that went off all right." It was Uncle Nicholas, in a frock-coat and his special cut-away collar, with a black tie passed through a ring.