She, at any rate, was good to think upon, and he thought much as he looked over the letters that had accumulated, changed his clothes, and made ready to go and dine at his club, Already he was counting the hours which must elapse before he would go back to her.
Nevertheless, Copplestone's mind was not entirely absorbed by this pleasant subject; the events of the day and of the arrival in London kept presenting themselves.

And coming across a fellow club-member whom he knew for a thorough man about town, he suddenly plumped him with a question.
"I say!" he said.

"Do you know the Fragonard Club ?" "Of course!" replied the other man.

"Don't you ?" "Never even heard of it till this evening," said Copplestone.
"What is it ?" "Mixed lot!" answered his companion.

"Theatrical and music-hall folk--men and women--both.