Mrs. Ballinger’s reluctance to fix a topic had thrown the club into a mental disarray which increased with the return to the drawing-room, where the actual business of discussion was to open. Each lady waited for the other to speak; and there was a general shock of disappointment when their hostess opened the conversation by the painfully commonplace enquiry. “Is this your first visit to Hillbridge?” Even Mrs. Leveret was conscious that this was a bad beginning; and a vague impulse of deprecation made Miss Glyde interject: “It is a very small place indeed.” Mrs. Plinth bristled. “We have a great many representative people,” she said, in the tone of one who speaks for her order. Osric Dane turned to her. “What do they represent?” she asked. Mrs. Plinth’s constitutional dislike to being questioned was intensified by her sense of unpreparedness; and her reproachful glance passed the question on to Mrs. Ballinger. “Why,” said that lady, glancing in turn at the other members, “as a community I hope it is not too much to say that we stand for culture.” “For art--” Miss Glyde interjected. “For art and literature,” Mrs. Ballinger emended. “And for sociology, I trust,” snapped Miss Van Vluyck. “We have a standard,” said Mrs. Plinth, feeling herself suddenly secure on the vast expanse of a generalisation; and Mrs. Leveret, thinking there must be room for more than one on so broad a statement, took courage to murmur: “Oh, certainly; we have a standard.” “The object of our little club,” Mrs. Ballinger continued, “is to concentrate the highest tendencies of Hillbridge--to centralise and focus its intellectual effort.” This was felt to be so happy that the ladies drew an almost audible breath of relief. “We aspire,” the President went on, “to be in touch with whatever is highest in art, literature and ethics.” Osric Dane again turned to her. “What ethics?” she asked. A tremor of apprehension encircled the room. None of the ladies required any preparation to pronounce on a question of morals; but when they were called ethics it was different. The club, when fresh from the “Encyclopaedia Britannica,” the “Reader’s Handbook” or Smith’s “Classical Dictionary,” could deal confidently with any subject; but when taken unawares it had been known to define agnosticism as a heresy of the Early Church and Professor Froude as a distinguished histologist; and such minor members as Mrs. Leveret still secretly regarded ethics as something vaguely pagan. Even to Mrs. Ballinger, Osric Dane’s question was unsettling, and there was a general sense of gratitude when Laura Glyde leaned forward to say, with her most sympathetic accent: “You must excuse us, Mrs. Dane, for not being able, just at present, to talk of anything but ‘The Wings of Death.”’ “Yes,” said Miss Van Vluyck, with a sudden resolve to carry the war into the enemy’s camp. “We are so anxious to know the exact purpose you had in mind in writing your wonderful book.”