No. 7, a street one does not name
Style
$STYLE
Good taste is the only entry fee
Old money. New dog.
Lord Style talked his way past the velvet rope of old London money. Three-piece tweed, a well-packed pipe, a members-only drawl.
Admission is by good taste alone. He decides what that means. One does not ask twice.
Folio I
The Rules of the Club
As laid down by Lord Style, and enforced by Pemberton
- Art. I
Admission is by good taste alone. Lord Style decides what that means, and he does not explain himself.
- Art. II
Tweed is worn. Streetwear is noticed once, and then never again.
- Art. III
The pipe is not discussed. It is simply there, as it has always been.
- Art. IV
One does not raise one's voice in the Library. Nor in the Smoking Room. Nor, frankly, anywhere.
- Art. V
Pemberton is never hurried. The tray arrives when the tray arrives.
- Art. VI
A member who asks twice has answered his own question.
- Art. VII
The house pours something amber. Members who require it explained may wait in the hall.
Sealed, and quite final.
The Portrait Gallery
Two gentlemen of the house. One sits. One stands. Pemberton brings the tray regardless of the verdict.
Tortoiseshell spectacles. A pocket watch he consults only to make a point. Has decided what is fashionable this season, and the season after.
Black tailcoat. Silver tray. Has never spilt a drop and does not intend to begin. Keeps the margins of the Rule Book.
Folio II
The Candidates' Book
No application form. No appeal. Lord Style will put four questions. Answer as yourself. He will know.
Pemberton presents the house's card.
Style
$STYLE