Mrs. Roby smiled undauntedly. “It IS a shade pedantic, isn’t it? Personally, I always drop the article; but I don’t know how the other members feel about it.” The other members looked as though they would willingly have dispensed with this deferential appeal to their opinion, and Mrs. Roby, after a bright glance about the group, went on: “They probably think, as I do, that nothing really matters except the thing itself--except Xingu.” No immediate reply seemed to occur to Mrs. Dane, and Mrs. Ballinger gathered courage to say: “Surely every one must feel that about Xingu.” Mrs. Plinth came to her support with a heavy murmur of assent, and Laura Glyde breathed emotionally: “I have known cases where it has changed a whole life.” “It has done me worlds of good,” Mrs. Leveret interjected, seeming to herself to remember that she had either taken it or read it in the winter before. “Of course,” Mrs. Roby admitted, “the difficulty is that one must give up so much time to it. It’s very long.” “I can’t imagine,” said Miss Van Vluyck tartly, “grudging the time given to such a subject.” “And deep in places,” Mrs. Roby pursued; (so then it was a book!) “And it isn’t easy to skip.” “I never skip,” said Mrs. Plinth dogmatically. “Ah, it’s dangerous to, in Xingu. Even at the start there are places where one can’t. One must just wade through.” “I should hardly call it WADING,” said Mrs. Ballinger sarcastically. Mrs. Roby sent her a look of interest. “Ah--you always found it went swimmingly?” Mrs. Ballinger hesitated. “Of course there are difficult passages,” she conceded modestly. “Yes; some are not at all clear--even,” Mrs. Roby added, “if one is familiar with the original.” “As I suppose you are?” Osric Dane interposed, suddenly fixing her with a look of challenge. Mrs. Roby met it by a deprecating smile. “Oh, it’s really not difficult up to a certain point; though some of the branches are very little known, and it’s almost impossible to get at the source.” “Have you ever tried?” Mrs. Plinth enquired, still distrustful of Mrs. Roby’s thoroughness. Mrs. Roby was silent for a moment; then she replied with lowered lids: “No--but a friend of mine did; a very brilliant man; and he told me it was best for women--not to...” A shudder ran around the room. Mrs. Leveret coughed so that the parlour-maid, who was handing the cigarettes, should not hear; Miss Van Vluyck’s face took on a nauseated expression, and Mrs. Plinth looked as if she were passing some one she did not care to bow to. But the most remarkable result of Mrs. Roby’s words was the effect they produced on the Lunch Club’s distinguished guest. Osric Dane’s impassive features suddenly melted to an expression of the warmest human sympathy, and edging her chair toward Mrs. Roby’s she asked: “Did he really? And--did you find he was right?”