he company cheered her, and she sang
another, and yet another. Finally she began My Mammie, but floundered,
broke down, and cried.

"Rehearsal, ten in the morning," said Betty.

Then everybody laughed, and while Drake busied himself putting Glory's
cloak on her shoulders, he whispered: "What's to do, dear? A bit off
colour to-night, eh?"

"Be a good boy and leave me alone," she answered, and then she laughed
also.

They were on the point of setting out when somebody said, "But it's late
for dinner now--why not supper at the Corinthian Club?" At that the other
ladies cried "Yes" with one voice. There was a dash of daring and
doubtful propriety in the proposal.

"But are you game for it?" said Drake, looking at Glory.

"Why not?" she replied, with a merry smile, whereupon he cried "All
right," and a look came into his eyes which she had never seen there
before.

The Corinthian Club was in St. James's Square, a few doors from the
residence of the Bishop of London. It was now dark, and as they passed
through Jermyn Street a line of poor children stood by the poulterer's
shop at the corner waiting for the scraps that are thrown away at closing
time. York Street was choked with hansoms, but they reached the door at
last. There were the sounds of music and dancing within. Officials in
uniform stood in a hall examining the tickets of membership and taking
the names of guests. The ladies removed their cloaks, the men hung up
their coats and hats, a large door was thrown open, and they looked into
the ballroom. The room was full of people as faultlessly dressed as at a
house in Grosvenor Square. But the women were all young and pretty, and
the men had no surnames. A long line of gilded youths in dress clothes
occupied the middle of the floor. Each held by the waist the young man
before him as if he were going to play leap-frog. "Hello there!" shouted
one of them, and the band struck up. Then the whole body kicked out right
and left, while all sang a chorus, consisting chiefly of
"Tra-la-la-la-la-la!" One of them was a lord, another a young man who had
lately come into a fortune, another a light comedian, another belonged to
a big firm on the Stock Exchange, another was a mystery, and another was
one of "the boys" and lived by fleecing all the rest. They were executing
a dance from the latest burlesque. "Hello, there!" the conductor shouted
again, and the band stopped.

Lord Robert led the way upstairs. Pretty women in l