"Done! So long as my theories are not disproved. Conjugate the verb 'to be,' and you shall be successful. Let me see. How does it run? I am--your brother, thou art--my sister, she is--my mother,--we are--her children, you are--my womankind, they are--all spoofed." So the man in the Ironed Mask turned out to be the brother of the great and good actress, Clorinda Bell. And several people had known it all along, for what but fraternal interest had taken him so often to the _Lymarket_? And when his identity leaked out, Society ran after him, and he gave the interviewers interesting details of his sister's early years. And everyone spoke of his mother, and of his solicitous attendance upon her. And in due course the tale of his virtues reached a romantic young heiress who wooed and won him. And so he continued _being_, till he was--no more. By his own request they buried him in an Ironed Mask, and put upon his tomb the profound inscription "HERE LIES THE MAN WHO WAS." * * * * * And this was why Clorinda, disgusted with men and lovers, and unable to marry her brother, caught at the notion of the Old Maids' Club and called upon Lillie. It was almost as good a cover as a mother, and it was well to have something ready in case she lost her, as you cannot obtain a second mother even on the hire system. But Lord Silverdale's report consisted of one word, "Dangerous!"--and he rejoiced at the whim which enabled him thus to protect the impulsive little girl he loved. Clorinda divined from Lillie's embarrassment next day that she was to be blackballed. "I am afraid," she hastened to say, "that on second thoughts I must withdraw my candidature, as I could not make a practice of coming here without my mother." Lillie referred to the rules. "Married women are admitted," she said simply. "I presume, therefore, your mother----" "It's just like your presumption," interrupted Clorinda, and flouncing angrily out of the Club, she invited a journalist to tea. Next day the _Moon_ said she was going to join the Old Maids' Club. CHAPTER IV. THE CLUB GETS ADVERTISED. "I see you have disregarded my ruling, Miss Dulcimer!" said Lord Silverdale, pointing to the paragraph in the _Moon_. "What is the use of my trying the candidates if you're going to admit the plucked?" "I am surprised at you, Lord Silverdale. I thought you had more wisdom than to base a reproach on a _Moon_ paragraph. You might have known it was not true." "That is not my experience, Miss Dulcimer. I do not think a statement is necessarily false because it appears in the newspapers. There is hardly a paper in which I have not, at some time or other, come across a true piece of news. Even the _Moon_ is not all made of green cheese." "But you surely do not think I would accept Clorinda Bell after your warning. Not but that I am astonished. She assured me she was ice."