"Miss Cecily Hurston battered her ivory-tipped parasol against the hulking footman who none too gently thrust her through the doors of Number 13 Bruton Street.
'You can't do this!' She elbowed him to emphasize her point, and smiled in satisfaction at his grunt of pain. 'My father was a founding member of this club! I demand you let me in at once!'"
Will she get in? Of course not. This is Regency England and ladies weren't allowed to do a lot of things we take for granted. But there is one way she can get into the Egyptian Explorer's Club. . . she can marry a member. This should be fun!