Mrs. Roby did not falter. "That's just what I want you to tell us; because, though I was present, I didn't actually take part."
"Present at what?" Mrs. Dane took her up; and for an instant the trembling members of the Lunch Club thought that the champion Providence had raised up for them had lost a point. But Mrs. Roby explained herself gaily: "At the discussion, of course. And so we're dreadfully anxious to know just how it was that you went into the Xingu."
There was a portentous pause, a silence so big with incalculable dangers that the members with one accord checked the words on their lips, like soldiers dropping their arms to watch a single combat between their leaders. Then Mrs. Dane gave expression to their inmost dread by saying sharply: "Ah -- you say the Xingu, do you?"
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."
