'Oh, the fun—the fun!' exclaimed the second lady.
'You needn't abuse us, or I will never invite you,' said the first.
'Well, I thought it was meant to be improving; that's all I mean; very good for the mind. Now, this woman to-night; isn't she from Boston?'
'Yes, I believe they have brought her on, just for this.'
'Well, you must be pretty desperate when you have got to go to Boston for your entertainment.'
'Well, there's a similar society there, and I never heard of their sending to New York.'
'Of course not, they think they have got everything. But doesn't it make your life a burden, thinking what you can possibly have?'
'Oh dear, no. I am going to have Professor Gougenheim—all about the Talmud. You must come.'
'Well, I'll come,' said the second lady; 'but nothing would induce me to be a regular member.'
Whatever the mystic circle might be, Ransom agreed with the second lady that regular membership must have terrors, and he admired her independence in such an artificial world. A considerable part of the company had now directed itself to the further apartment—people had begun to occupy the chairs, to confront the empty platform. He reached the wide doors, and saw that the place was a spacious music-room, decorated in white and gold, with a polished floor and marble busts of composers, on brackets attached to the delicate panels. He forbore to enter, however, being shy about taking a seat, and seeing that the ladies were arranging themselves first. He turned back into the first room, to wait till the audience had massed itself, conscious that even if he were behind every one he should be able to make a long neck; and here, suddenly, in a corner, his eyes rested upon Olive Chancellor. She was seated a little apart, in an angle of the room, and she was looking straight at him; but as soon as she perceived that he saw her she dropped her eyes, giving no sign of recognition. Ransom hesitated a moment, but the next he went straight over to her. It had been in his mind that if Verena Tarrant was there, she would be there; an instinct
