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“
Oh
,
if
we
come
to
London
,
”
she
answered
,
“
I
should
think
you
would
hear
of
it
.
”
Percy
Beaumont
returned
with
his
cousin
,
and
his
sense
of
duty
compelled
him
,
one
windless
afternoon
,
in
mid
-
Atlantic
,
to
say
to
Lord
Lambeth
that
he
suspected
that
the
duchess
’
s
telegram
was
in
part
the
result
of
something
he
himself
had
written
to
her
.
“
I
wrote
to
her
—
as
I
explicitly
notified
you
I
had
promised
to
do
—
that
you
were
extremely
interested
in
a
little
American
girl
.
”
Lord
Lambeth
was
extremely
angry
,
and
he
indulged
for
some
moments
in
the
simple
language
of
indignation
.
But
I
have
said
that
he
was
a
reasonable
young
man
,
and
I
can
give
no
better
proof
of
it
than
the
fact
that
he
remarked
to
his
companion
at
the
end
of
half
an
hour
,
“
You
were
quite
right
,
after
all
.
I
am
very
much
interested
in
her
.
Only
,
to
be
fair
,
”
he
added
,
“
you
should
have
told
my
mother
also
that
she
is
not
—
seriously
—
interested
in
me
.
”
Percy
Beaumont
gave
a
little
laugh
.
“
There
is
nothing
so
charming
as
modesty
in
a
young
man
in
your
position
.
That
speech
is
a
capital
proof
that
you
are
sweet
on
her
.
”
“
She
is
not
interested
—
she
is
not
!
”
Lord
Lambeth
repeated
.
“
My
dear
fellow
,
”
said
his
companion
,
“
you
are
very
far
gone
.
”
In
point
of
fact
,
as
Percy
Beaumont
would
have
said
,
Mrs
.
Westgate
disembarked
on
the
18th
of
May
on
the
British
coast
.
She
was
accompanied
by
her
sister
,
but
she
was
not
attended
by
any
other
member
of
her
family
.
To
the
deprivation
of
her
husband
’
s
society
Mrs
.
Westgate
was
,
however
,
habituated
;
she
had
made
half
a
dozen
journeys
to
Europe
without
him
,
and
she
now
accounted
for
his
absence
,
to
interrogative
friends
on
this
side
of
the
Atlantic
,
by
allusion
to
the
regrettable
but
conspicuous
fact
that
in
America
there
was
no
leisure
class
.
The
two
ladies
came
up
to
London
and
alighted
at
Jones
’
s
Hotel
,
where
Mrs
.
Westgate
,
who
had
made
on
former
occasions
the
most
agreeable
impression
at
this
establishment
,
received
an
obsequious
greeting
.
Bessie
Alden
had
felt
much
excited
about
coming
to
England
;
she
had
expected
the
“
associations
”
would
be
very
charming
,
that
it
would
be
an
infinite
pleasure
to
rest
her
eyes
upon
the
things
she
had
read
about
in
the
poets
and
historians
.
She
was
very
fond
of
the
poets
and
historians
,
of
the
picturesque
,
of
the
past
,
of
retrospect
,
of
mementos
and
reverberations
of
greatness
;
so
that
on
coming
into
the
English
world
,
where
strangeness
and
familiarity
would
go
hand
in
hand
,
she
was
prepared
for
a
multitude
of
fresh
emotions
.
They
began
very
promptly
—
these
tender
,
fluttering
sensations
;
they
began
with
the
sight
of
the
beautiful
English
landscape
,
whose
dark
richness
was
quickened
and
brightened
by
the
season
;
with
the
carpeted
fields
and
flowering
hedgerows
,
as
she
looked
at
them
from
the
window
of
the
train
;
with
the
spires
of
the
rural
churches
peeping
above
the
rook
-
haunted
treetops
;
with
the
oak
-
studded
parks
,
the
ancient
homes
,
the
cloudy
light
,
the
speech
,
the
manners
,
the
thousand
differences
.
Mrs
.
Westgate
’
s
impressions
had
,
of
course
,
much
less
novelty
and
keenness
,
and
she
gave
but
a
wandering
attention
to
her
sister
’
s
ejaculations
and
rhapsodies
.
“
You
know
my
enjoyment
of
England
is
not
so
intellectual
as
Bessie
’
s
,
”
she
said
to
several
of
her
friends
in
the
course
of
her
visit
to
this
country
.
“
And
yet
if
it
is
not
intellectual
,
I
can
’
t
say
it
is
physical
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
quite
say
what
it
is
,
my
enjoyment
of
England
.
”
When
once
it
was
settled
that
the
two
ladies
should
come
abroad
and
should
spend
a
few
weeks
in
England
on
their
way
to
the
Continent
,
they
of
course
exchanged
a
good
many
allusions
to
their
London
acquaintance
.
“
It
will
certainly
be
much
nicer
having
friends
there
,
”
Bessie
Alden
had
said
one
day
as
she
sat
on
the
sunny
deck
of
the
steamer
at
her
sister
’
s
feet
on
a
large
blue
rug
.
“
Whom
do
you
mean
by
friends
?
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
asked
.
“
All
those
English
gentlemen
whom
you
have
known
and
entertained
.
Captain
Littledale
,
for
instance
.
And
Lord
Lambeth
and
Mr
.
Beaumont
,
”
added
Bessie
Alden
.
“
Do
you
expect
them
to
give
us
a
very
grand
reception
?
”
Bessie
reflected
a
moment
;
she
was
addicted
,
as
we
know
,
to
reflection
.
“
Well
,
yes
.
”
“
My
poor
,
sweet
child
,
”
murmured
her
sister
.
“
What
have
I
said
that
is
so
silly
?
”
asked
Bessie
.
“
You
are
a
little
too
simple
;
just
a
little
.
It
is
very
becoming
,
but
it
pleases
people
at
your
expense
.
”
“
I
am
certainly
too
simple
to
understand
you
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
Shall
I
tell
you
a
story
?
”
asked
her
sister
.
“
If
you
would
be
so
good
.
That
is
what
they
do
to
amuse
simple
people
.
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
consulted
her
memory
,
while
her
companion
sat
gazing
at
the
shining
sea
.
“
Did
you
ever
hear
of
the
Duke
of
Green
-
Erin
?
”
“
I
think
not
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
Well
,
it
’
s
no
matter
,
”
her
sister
went
on
.
“
It
’
s
a
proof
of
my
simplicity
.
”
“
My
story
is
meant
to
illustrate
that
of
some
other
people
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
The
Duke
of
Green
-
Erin
is
what
they
call
in
England
a
great
swell
,
and
some
five
years
ago
he
came
to
America
.
He
spent
most
of
his
time
in
New
York
,
and
in
New
York
he
spent
his
days
and
his
nights
at
the
Butterworths
’
.
You
have
heard
,
at
least
,
of
the
Butterworths
.
Bien
.
They
did
everything
in
the
world
for
him
—
they
turned
themselves
inside
out
.
They
gave
him
a
dozen
dinner
parties
and
balls
and
were
the
means
of
his
being
invited
to
fifty
more
.
At
first
he
used
to
come
into
Mrs
.
Butterworth
’
s
box
at
the
opera
in
a
tweed
traveling
suit
;
but
someone
stopped
that
.
At
any
rate
,
he
had
a
beautiful
time
,
and
they
parted
the
best
friends
in
the
world
.
Two
years
elapse
,
and
the
Butterworths
come
abroad
and
go
to
London
.
The
first
thing
they
see
in
all
the
papers
—
in
England
those
things
are
in
the
most
prominent
place
—
is
that
the
Duke
of
Green
-
Erin
has
arrived
in
town
for
the
Season
.
They
wait
a
little
,
and
then
Mr
.
Butterworth
—
as
polite
as
ever
—
goes
and
leaves
a
card
.
They
wait
a
little
more
;
the
visit
is
not
returned
;
they
wait
three
weeks
—
silence
de
mort
—
the
Duke
gives
no
sign
.
The
Butterworths
see
a
lot
of
other
people
,
put
down
the
Duke
of
Green
-
Erin
as
a
rude
,
ungrateful
man
,
and
forget
all
about
him
.
One
fine
day
they
go
to
Ascot
Races
,
and
there
they
meet
him
face
to
face
.
He
stares
a
moment
and
then
comes
up
to
Mr
.
Butterworth
,
taking
something
from
his
pocketbook
—
something
which
proves
to
be
a
banknote
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
to
see
you
,
Mr
.
Butterworth
,
’
he
says
,
‘
so
that
I
can
pay
you
that
ten
pounds
I
lost
to
you
in
New
York
.
I
saw
the
other
day
you
remembered
our
bet
;
here
are
the
ten
pounds
,
Mr
.
Butterworth
.
Goodbye
,
Mr
.
Butterworth
.
’
And
off
he
goes
,
and
that
’
s
the
last
they
see
of
the
Duke
of
Green
-
Erin
.
”
“
Is
that
your
story
?
”
asked
Bessie
Alden
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
it
’
s
interesting
?
”
her
sister
replied
.
“
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
”
said
the
young
girl
.
“
Ah
,
”
cried
Mrs
.
Westgate
,
“
you
are
not
so
simple
after
all
!
Believe
it
or
not
,
as
you
please
;
there
is
no
smoke
without
fire
.
”
“
Is
that
the
way
,
”
asked
Bessie
after
a
moment
,
“
that
you
expect
your
friends
to
treat
you
?
”
“
I
defy
them
to
treat
me
very
ill
,
because
I
shall
not
give
them
the
opportunity
.
With
the
best
will
in
the
world
,
in
that
case
they
can
’
t
be
very
offensive
.
”
Bessie
Alden
was
silent
a
moment
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
what
makes
you
talk
that
way
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
English
are
a
great
people
.
”
“
Exactly
;
and
that
is
just
the
way
they
have
grown
great
—
by
dropping
you
when
you
have
ceased
to
be
useful
.
People
say
they
are
not
clever
;
but
I
think
they
are
very
clever
.
”
“
You
know
you
have
liked
them
—
all
the
Englishmen
you
have
seen
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
They
have
liked
me
,
”
her
sister
rejoined
;
“
it
would
be
more
correct
to
say
that
.
And
,
of
course
,
one
likes
that
.
”
Bessie
Alden
resumed
for
some
moments
her
studies
in
sea
green
.
“
Well
,
”
she
said
,
“
whether
they
like
me
or
not
,
I
mean
to
like
them
.
And
happily
,
”
she
added
,
“
Lord
Lambeth
does
not
owe
me
ten
pounds
.
”
During
the
first
few
days
after
their
arrival
at
Jones
’
s
Hotel
our
charming
Americans
were
much
occupied
with
what
they
would
have
called
looking
about
them
.
They
found
occasion
to
make
a
large
number
of
purchases
,
and
their
opportunities
for
conversation
were
such
only
as
were
offered
by
the
deferential
London
shopmen
.
Bessie
Alden
,
even
in
driving
from
the
station
,
took
an
immense
fancy
to
the
British
metropolis
,
and
at
the
risk
of
exhibiting
her
as
a
young
woman
of
vulgar
tastes
it
must
be
recorded
that
for
a
considerable
period
she
desired
no
higher
pleasure
than
to
drive
about
the
crowded
streets
in
a
hansom
cab
.
To
her
attentive
eyes
they
were
full
of
a
strange
picturesque
life
,
and
it
is
at
least
beneath
the
dignity
of
our
historic
muse
to
enumerate
the
trivial
objects
and
incidents
which
this
simple
young
lady
from
Boston
found
so
entertaining
.
It
may
be
freely
mentioned
,
however
,
that
whenever
,
after
a
round
of
visits
in
Bond
Street
and
Regent
Street
,
she
was
about
to
return
with
her
sister
to
Jones
’
s
Hotel
,
she
made
an
earnest
request
that
they
should
be
driven
home
by
way
of
Westminster
Abbey
.
She
had
begun
by
asking
whether
it
would
not
be
possible
to
take
the
Tower
on
the
way
to
their
lodgings
;
but
it
happened
that
at
a
more
primitive
stage
of
her
culture
Mrs
.
Westgate
had
paid
a
visit
to
this
venerable
monument
,
which
she
spoke
of
ever
afterward
vaguely
as
a
dreadful
disappointment
;
so
that
she
expressed
the
liveliest
disapproval
of
any
attempt
to
combine
historical
researches
with
the
purchase
of
hairbrushes
and
notepaper
.
The
most
she
would
consent
to
do
in
this
line
was
to
spend
half
an
hour
at
Madame
Tussaud
’
s
,
where
she
saw
several
dusty
wax
effigies
of
members
of
the
royal
family
.
She
told
Bessie
that
if
she
wished
to
go
to
the
Tower
she
must
get
someone
else
to
take
her
.
Bessie
expressed
hereupon
an
earnest
disposition
to
go
alone
;
but
upon
this
proposal
as
well
Mrs
.
Westgate
sprinkled
cold
water
.
“
Remember
,
”
she
said
,
“
that
you
are
not
in
your
innocent
little
Boston
.
It
is
not
a
question
of
walking
up
and
down
Beacon
Street
.
”
Then
she
went
on
to
explain
that
there
were
two
classes
of
American
girls
in
Europe
—
those
that
walked
about
alone
and
those
that
did
not
.
“
You
happen
to
belong
,
my
dear
,
”
she
said
to
her
sister
,
“
to
the
class
that
does
not
.
”
“
It
is
only
,
”
answered
Bessie
,
laughing
,
“
because
you
happen
to
prevent
me
.
”
And
she
devoted
much
private
meditation
to
this
question
of
effecting
a
visit
to
the
Tower
of
London
.
Suddenly
it
seemed
as
if
the
problem
might
be
solved
;
the
two
ladies
at
Jones
’
s
Hotel
received
a
visit
from
Willie
Woodley
.
Such
was
the
social
appellation
of
a
young
American
who
had
sailed
from
New
York
a
few
days
after
their
own
departure
,
and
who
,
having
the
privilege
of
intimacy
with
them
in
that
city
,
had
lost
no
time
,
on
his
arrival
in
London
,
in
coming
to
pay
them
his
respects
.
He
had
,
in
fact
,
gone
to
see
them
directly
after
going
to
see
his
tailor
,
than
which
there
can
be
no
greater
exhibition
of
promptitude
on
the
part
of
a
young
American
who
has
just
alighted
at
the
Charing
Cross
Hotel
.
He
was
a
slim
,
pale
youth
,
of
the
most
amiable
disposition
,
famous
for
the
skill
with
which
he
led
the
“
German
”
in
New
York
.
Indeed
,
by
the
young
ladies
who
habitually
figured
in
this
Terpsichorean
revel
he
was
believed
to
be
“
the
best
dancer
in
the
world
”
;
it
was
in
these
terms
that
he
was
always
spoken
of
,
and
that
his
identity
was
indicated
.
He
was
the
gentlest
,
softest
young
man
it
was
possible
to
meet
;
he
was
beautifully
dressed
—
“
in
the
English
style
”
—
and
he
knew
an
immense
deal
about
London
.
He
had
been
at
Newport
during
the
previous
summer
,
at
the
time
of
our
young
Englishmen
’
s
visit
,
and
he
took
extreme
pleasure
in
the
society
of
Bessie
Alden
,
whom
he
always
addressed
as
“
Miss
Bessie
.
”
She
immediately
arranged
with
him
,
in
the
presence
of
her
sister
,
that
he
should
conduct
her
to
the
scene
of
Anne
Boleyn
’
s
execution
.
“
You
may
do
as
you
please
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Only
—
if
you
desire
the
information
—
it
is
not
the
custom
here
for
young
ladies
to
knock
about
London
with
young
men
.
”
“
Miss
Bessie
has
waltzed
with
me
so
often
,
”
observed
Willie
Woodley
;
“
she
can
surely
go
out
with
me
in
a
hansom
.
”
“
I
consider
waltzing
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
,
“
the
most
innocent
pleasure
of
our
time
.
”
“
It
’
s
a
compliment
to
our
time
!
”
exclaimed
the
young
man
with
a
little
laugh
,
in
spite
of
himself
.
“
I
don
’
t
see
why
I
should
regard
what
is
done
here
,
”
said
Bessie
Alden
.
“
Why
should
I
suffer
the
restrictions
of
a
society
of
which
I
enjoy
none
of
the
privileges
?
”
“
That
’
s
very
good
—
very
good
,
”
murmured
Willie
Woodley
.
“
Oh
,
go
to
the
Tower
,
and
feel
the
ax
,
if
you
like
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
I
consent
to
your
going
with
Mr
.
Woodley
;
but
I
should
not
let
you
go
with
an
Englishman
.
”
“
Miss
Bessie
wouldn
’
t
care
to
go
with
an
Englishman
!
”
Mr
.
Woodley
declared
with
a
faint
asperity
that
was
,
perhaps
,
not
unnatural
in
a
young
man
,
who
,
dressing
in
the
manner
that
I
have
indicated
and
knowing
a
great
deal
,
as
I
have
said
,
about
London
,
saw
no
reason
for
drawing
these
sharp
distinctions
.
He
agreed
upon
a
day
with
Miss
Bessie
—
a
day
of
that
same
week
.
An
ingenious
mind
might
,
perhaps
,
trace
a
connection
between
the
young
girl
’
s
allusion
to
her
destitution
of
social
privileges
and
a
question
she
asked
on
the
morrow
as
she
sat
with
her
sister
at
lunch
.
“
Don
’
t
you
mean
to
write
to
—
to
anyone
?
”
said
Bessie
.
“
I
wrote
this
morning
to
Captain
Littledale
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
replied
.
“
But
Mr
.
Woodley
said
that
Captain
Littledale
had
gone
to
India
.
”
“
He
said
he
thought
he
had
heard
so
;
he
knew
nothing
about
it
.
”
For
a
moment
Bessie
Alden
said
nothing
more
;
then
,
at
last
,
“
And
don
’
t
you
intend
to
write
to
—
to
Mr
.
Beaumont
?
”
she
inquired
.
“
You
mean
to
Lord
Lambeth
,
”
said
her
sister
.
“
I
said
Mr
.
Beaumont
because
he
was
so
good
a
friend
of
yours
.
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
looked
at
the
young
girl
with
sisterly
candor
.
“
I
don
’
t
care
two
straws
for
Mr
.
Beaumont
.
”
“
You
were
certainly
very
nice
to
him
.
”
“
I
am
nice
to
everyone
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
simply
.
“
To
everyone
but
me
,
”
rejoined
Bessie
,
smiling
.
Her
sister
continued
to
look
at
her
;
then
,
at
last
,
“
Are
you
in
love
with
Lord
Lambeth
?
”
she
asked
.
The
young
girl
stared
a
moment
,
and
the
question
was
apparently
too
humorous
even
to
make
her
blush
.
“
Not
that
I
know
of
,
”
she
answered
.
“
Because
if
you
are
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
went
on
,
“
I
shall
certainly
not
send
for
him
.
”
“
That
proves
what
I
said
,
”
declared
Bessie
,
smiling
—
“
that
you
are
not
nice
to
me
.
”
“
It
would
be
a
poor
service
,
my
dear
child
,
”
said
her
sister
.
“
In
what
sense
?
There
is
nothing
against
Lord
Lambeth
that
I
know
of
.
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
was
silent
a
moment
.
“
You
are
in
love
with
him
then
?
”
Bessie
stared
again
;
but
this
time
she
blushed
a
little
.
“
Ah
!
if
you
won
’
t
be
serious
,
”
she
answered
,
“
we
will
not
mention
him
again
.
”
For
some
moments
Lord
Lambeth
was
not
mentioned
again
,
and
it
was
Mrs
.
Westgate
who
,
at
the
end
of
this
period
,
reverted
to
him
.
“
Of
course
I
will
let
him
know
we
are
here
,
because
I
think
he
would
be
hurt
—
justly
enough
—
if
we
should
go
away
without
seeing
him
.
