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It
is
fair
to
give
him
a
chance
to
come
and
thank
me
for
the
kindness
we
showed
him
.
But
I
don
’
t
want
to
seem
eager
.
”
“
Neither
do
I
,
”
said
Bessie
with
a
little
laugh
.
“
Though
I
confess
,
”
added
her
sister
,
“
that
I
am
curious
to
see
how
he
will
behave
.
”
“
He
behaved
very
well
at
Newport
.
”
“
Newport
is
not
London
.
At
Newport
he
could
do
as
he
liked
;
but
here
it
is
another
affair
.
He
has
to
have
an
eye
to
consequences
.
”
“
If
he
had
more
freedom
,
then
,
at
Newport
,
”
argued
Bessie
,
“
it
is
the
more
to
his
credit
that
he
behaved
well
;
and
if
he
has
to
be
so
careful
here
,
it
is
possible
he
will
behave
even
better
.
”
“
Better
—
better
,
”
repeated
her
sister
.
“
My
dear
child
,
what
is
your
point
of
view
?
”
“
How
do
you
mean
—
my
point
of
view
?
”
“
Don
’
t
you
care
for
Lord
Lambeth
—
a
little
?
”
This
time
Bessie
Alden
was
displeased
;
she
slowly
got
up
from
the
table
,
turning
her
face
away
from
her
sister
.
“
You
will
oblige
me
by
not
talking
so
,
”
she
said
.
Mrs
.
Westgate
sat
watching
her
for
some
moments
as
she
moved
slowly
about
the
room
and
went
and
stood
at
the
window
.
“
I
will
write
to
him
this
afternoon
,
”
she
said
at
last
.
“
Do
as
you
please
!
”
Bessie
answered
;
and
presently
she
turned
round
.
“
I
am
not
afraid
to
say
that
I
like
Lord
Lambeth
.
I
like
him
very
much
.
”
“
He
is
not
clever
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
declared
.
“
Well
,
there
have
been
clever
people
whom
I
have
disliked
,
”
said
Bessie
Alden
;
“
so
that
I
suppose
I
may
like
a
stupid
one
.
Besides
,
Lord
Lambeth
is
not
stupid
.
”
“
Not
so
stupid
as
he
looks
!
”
exclaimed
her
sister
,
smiling
.
“
If
I
were
in
love
with
Lord
Lambeth
,
as
you
said
just
now
,
it
would
be
bad
policy
on
your
part
to
abuse
him
.
”
“
My
dear
child
,
don
’
t
give
me
lessons
in
policy
!
”
cried
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
The
policy
I
mean
to
follow
is
very
deep
.
”
The
young
girl
began
to
walk
about
the
room
again
;
then
she
stopped
before
her
sister
.
“
I
have
never
heard
in
the
course
of
five
minutes
,
”
she
said
,
“
so
many
hints
and
innuendoes
.
I
wish
you
would
tell
me
in
plain
English
what
you
mean
.
”
“
I
mean
that
you
may
be
much
annoyed
.
”
“
That
is
still
only
a
hint
,
”
said
Bessie
.
Her
sister
looked
at
her
,
hesitating
an
instant
.
“
It
will
be
said
of
you
that
you
have
come
after
Lord
Lambeth
—
that
you
followed
him
.
”
Bessie
Alden
threw
back
her
pretty
head
like
a
startled
hind
,
and
a
look
flashed
into
her
face
that
made
Mrs
.
Westgate
rise
from
her
chair
.
“
Who
says
such
things
as
that
?
”
she
demanded
.
“
People
here
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
believe
it
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
You
have
a
very
convenient
faculty
of
doubt
.
But
my
policy
will
be
,
as
I
say
,
very
deep
.
I
shall
leave
you
to
find
out
this
kind
of
thing
for
yourself
.
”
Bessie
fixed
her
eyes
upon
her
sister
,
and
Mrs
.
Westgate
thought
for
a
moment
there
were
tears
in
them
.
“
Do
they
talk
that
way
here
?
”
she
asked
.
“
You
will
see
.
I
shall
leave
you
alone
.
”
“
Don
’
t
leave
me
alone
,
”
said
Bessie
Alden
.
“
Take
me
away
.
”
“
No
;
I
want
to
see
what
you
make
of
it
,
”
her
sister
continued
.
“
I
don
’
t
understand
.
”
“
You
will
understand
after
Lord
Lambeth
has
come
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
with
a
little
laugh
.
The
two
ladies
had
arranged
that
on
this
afternoon
Willie
Woodley
should
go
with
them
to
Hyde
Park
,
where
Bessie
Alden
expected
to
derive
much
entertainment
from
sitting
on
a
little
green
chair
,
under
the
great
trees
,
beside
Rotten
Row
.
The
want
of
a
suitable
escort
had
hitherto
rendered
this
pleasure
inaccessible
;
but
no
escort
now
,
for
such
an
expedition
,
could
have
been
more
suitable
than
their
devoted
young
countryman
,
whose
mission
in
life
,
it
might
almost
be
said
,
was
to
find
chairs
for
ladies
,
and
who
appeared
on
the
stroke
of
half
-
past
five
with
a
white
camellia
in
his
buttonhole
.
“
I
have
written
to
Lord
Lambeth
,
my
dear
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
to
her
sister
,
on
coming
into
the
room
where
Bessie
Alden
,
drawing
on
her
long
gray
gloves
,
was
entertaining
their
visitor
.
Bessie
said
nothing
,
but
Willie
Woodley
exclaimed
that
his
lordship
was
in
town
;
he
had
seen
his
name
in
the
Morning
Post
.
“
Do
you
read
the
Morning
Post
?
”
asked
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Oh
,
yes
;
it
’
s
great
fun
,
”
Willie
Woodley
affirmed
.
“
I
want
so
to
see
it
,
”
said
Bessie
;
“
there
is
so
much
about
it
in
Thackeray
.
”
“
I
will
send
it
to
you
every
morning
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
.
He
found
them
what
Bessie
Alden
thought
excellent
places
,
under
the
great
trees
,
beside
the
famous
avenue
whose
humors
had
been
made
familiar
to
the
young
girl
’
s
childhood
by
the
pictures
in
Punch
.
The
day
was
bright
and
warm
,
and
the
crowd
of
riders
and
spectators
,
and
the
great
procession
of
carriages
,
were
proportionately
dense
and
brilliant
.
The
scene
bore
the
stamp
of
the
London
Season
at
its
height
,
and
Bessie
Alden
found
more
entertainment
in
it
than
she
was
able
to
express
to
her
companions
.
She
sat
silent
,
under
her
parasol
,
and
her
imagination
,
according
to
its
wont
,
let
itself
loose
into
the
great
changing
assemblage
of
striking
and
suggestive
figures
.
They
stirred
up
a
host
of
old
impressions
and
preconceptions
,
and
she
found
herself
fitting
a
history
to
this
person
and
a
theory
to
that
,
and
making
a
place
for
them
all
in
her
little
private
museum
of
types
.
But
if
she
said
little
,
her
sister
on
one
side
and
Willie
Woodley
on
the
other
expressed
themselves
in
lively
alternation
.
“
Look
at
that
green
dress
with
blue
flounces
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Quelle
toilette
!
”
“
That
’
s
the
Marquis
of
Blackborough
,
”
said
the
young
man
—
“
the
one
in
the
white
coat
.
I
heard
him
speak
the
other
night
in
the
House
of
Lords
;
it
was
something
about
ramrods
;
he
called
them
‘
wamwods
.
’
He
’
s
an
awful
swell
.
”
“
Did
you
ever
see
anything
like
the
way
they
are
pinned
back
?
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
resumed
.
“
They
never
know
where
to
stop
.
”
“
They
do
nothing
but
stop
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
.
“
It
prevents
them
from
walking
.
Here
comes
a
great
celebrity
—
Lady
Beatrice
Bellevue
.
She
’
s
awfully
fast
;
see
what
little
steps
she
takes
.
”
“
Well
,
my
dear
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
pursued
,
“
I
hope
you
are
getting
some
ideas
for
your
couturiere
?
”
“
I
am
getting
plenty
of
ideas
,
”
said
Bessie
,
“
but
I
don
’
t
know
that
my
couturiere
would
appreciate
them
.
”
Willie
Woodley
presently
perceived
a
friend
on
horseback
,
who
drove
up
beside
the
barrier
of
the
Row
and
beckoned
to
him
.
He
went
forward
,
and
the
crowd
of
pedestrians
closed
about
him
,
so
that
for
some
ten
minutes
he
was
hidden
from
sight
.
At
last
he
reappeared
,
bringing
a
gentleman
with
him
—
a
gentleman
whom
Bessie
at
first
supposed
to
be
his
friend
dismounted
.
But
at
a
second
glance
she
found
herself
looking
at
Lord
Lambeth
,
who
was
shaking
hands
with
her
sister
.
“
I
found
him
over
there
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
,
“
and
I
told
him
you
were
here
.
”
And
then
Lord
Lambeth
,
touching
his
hat
a
little
,
shook
hands
with
Bessie
.
“
Fancy
your
being
here
!
”
he
said
.
He
was
blushing
and
smiling
;
he
looked
very
handsome
,
and
he
had
a
kind
of
splendor
that
he
had
not
had
in
America
.
Bessie
Alden
’
s
imagination
,
as
we
know
,
was
just
then
in
exercise
;
so
that
the
tall
young
Englishman
,
as
he
stood
there
looking
down
at
her
,
had
the
benefit
of
it
.
“
He
is
handsomer
and
more
splendid
than
anything
I
have
ever
seen
,
”
she
said
to
herself
.
And
then
she
remembered
that
he
was
a
marquis
,
and
she
thought
he
looked
like
a
marquis
.
“
I
say
,
you
know
,
”
he
cried
,
“
you
ought
to
have
let
a
man
know
you
were
here
!
”
“
I
wrote
to
you
an
hour
ago
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Doesn
’
t
all
the
world
know
it
?
”
asked
Bessie
,
smiling
.
“
I
assure
you
I
didn
’
t
know
it
!
”
cried
Lord
Lambeth
.
“
Upon
my
honor
I
hadn
’
t
heard
of
it
.
Ask
Woodley
now
;
had
I
,
Woodley
?
”
“
Well
,
I
think
you
are
rather
a
humbug
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
.
“
You
don
’
t
believe
that
—
do
you
,
Miss
Alden
?
”
asked
his
lordship
.
“
You
don
’
t
believe
I
’
m
a
humbug
,
eh
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Bessie
,
“
I
don
’
t
.
”
“
You
are
too
tall
to
stand
up
,
Lord
Lambeth
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
observed
.
“
You
are
only
tolerable
when
you
sit
down
.
Be
so
good
as
to
get
a
chair
.
”
He
found
a
chair
and
placed
it
sidewise
,
close
to
the
two
ladies
.
“
If
I
hadn
’
t
met
Woodley
I
should
never
have
found
you
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
Should
I
,
Woodley
?
”
“
Well
,
I
guess
not
,
”
said
the
young
American
.
“
Not
even
with
my
letter
?
”
asked
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Ah
,
well
,
I
haven
’
t
got
your
letter
yet
;
I
suppose
I
shall
get
it
this
evening
.
It
was
awfully
kind
of
you
to
write
.
”
“
So
I
said
to
Bessie
,
”
observed
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Did
she
say
so
,
Miss
Alden
?
”
Lord
Lambeth
inquired
.
“
I
daresay
you
have
been
here
a
month
.
”
“
We
have
been
here
three
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
Have
you
been
here
three
months
?
”
the
young
man
asked
again
of
Bessie
.
“
It
seems
a
long
time
,
”
Bessie
answered
.
“
I
say
,
after
that
you
had
better
not
call
me
a
humbug
!
”
cried
Lord
Lambeth
.
“
I
have
only
been
in
town
three
weeks
;
but
you
must
have
been
hiding
away
;
I
haven
’
t
seen
you
anywhere
.
”
“
Where
should
you
have
seen
us
—
where
should
we
have
gone
?
”
asked
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
You
should
have
gone
to
Hurlingham
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
.
“
No
;
let
Lord
Lambeth
tell
us
,
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
insisted
.
“
There
are
plenty
of
places
to
go
to
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
;
“
each
one
stupider
than
the
other
.
I
mean
people
’
s
houses
;
they
send
you
cards
.
”
“
No
one
has
sent
us
cards
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
We
are
very
quiet
,
”
her
sister
declared
.
“
We
are
here
as
travelers
.
”
“
We
have
been
to
Madame
Tussaud
’
s
,
”
Bessie
pursued
.
“
Oh
,
I
say
!
”
cried
Lord
Lambeth
.
“
We
thought
we
should
find
your
image
there
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
—
“
yours
and
Mr
.
Beaumont
’
s
.
”
“
In
the
Chamber
of
Horrors
?
”
laughed
the
young
man
.
“
It
did
duty
very
well
for
a
party
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
All
the
women
were
decolletes
,
and
many
of
the
figures
looked
as
if
they
could
speak
if
they
tried
.
”
“
Upon
my
word
,
”
Lord
Lambeth
rejoined
,
“
you
see
people
at
London
parties
that
look
as
if
they
couldn
’
t
speak
if
they
tried
.
”
“
Do
you
think
Mr
.
Woodley
could
find
us
Mr
.
Beaumont
?
”
asked
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
Lord
Lambeth
stared
and
looked
round
him
.
“
I
daresay
he
could
.
Beaumont
often
comes
here
.
Don
’
t
you
think
you
could
find
him
,
Woodley
?
Make
a
dive
into
the
crowd
.
”
“
Thank
you
;
I
have
had
enough
diving
,
”
said
Willie
Woodley
.
“
I
will
wait
till
Mr
.
Beaumont
comes
to
the
surface
.
”
“
I
will
bring
him
to
see
you
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
;
“
where
are
you
staying
?
”
“
You
will
find
the
address
in
my
letter
—
Jones
’
s
Hotel
.
”
“
Oh
,
one
of
those
places
just
out
of
Piccadilly
?
Beastly
hole
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
Lord
Lambeth
inquired
.
“
I
believe
it
’
s
the
best
hotel
in
London
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
But
they
give
you
awful
rubbish
to
eat
,
don
’
t
they
?
”
his
lordship
went
on
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
“
I
always
feel
so
sorry
for
the
people
that
come
up
to
town
and
go
to
live
in
those
places
,
”
continued
the
young
man
.
“
They
eat
nothing
but
filth
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
say
!
”
cried
Willie
Woodley
.
“
Well
,
how
do
you
like
London
,
Miss
Alden
?
”
Lord
Lambeth
asked
,
unperturbed
by
this
ejaculation
.
“
I
think
it
’
s
grand
,
”
said
Bessie
Alden
.
“
My
sister
likes
it
,
in
spite
of
the
‘
filth
’
!
”
Mrs
.
Westgate
exclaimed
.
“
I
hope
you
are
going
to
stay
a
long
time
.
”
“
As
long
as
I
can
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
And
where
is
Mr
.
Westgate
?
”
asked
Lord
Lambeth
of
this
gentleman
’
s
wife
.
“
He
’
s
where
he
always
is
—
in
that
tiresome
New
York
.
”
“
He
must
be
tremendously
clever
,
”
said
the
young
man
.
“
I
suppose
he
is
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
Lord
Lambeth
sat
for
nearly
an
hour
with
his
American
friends
;
but
it
is
not
our
purpose
to
relate
their
conversation
in
full
.
He
addressed
a
great
many
remarks
to
Bessie
Alden
,
and
finally
turned
toward
her
altogether
,
while
Willie
Woodley
entertained
Mrs
.
Westgate
.
Bessie
herself
said
very
little
;
she
was
on
her
guard
,
thinking
of
what
her
sister
had
said
to
her
at
lunch
.
Little
by
little
,
however
,
she
interested
herself
in
Lord
Lambeth
again
,
as
she
had
done
at
Newport
;
only
it
seemed
to
her
that
here
he
might
become
more
interesting
.
He
would
be
an
unconscious
part
of
the
antiquity
,
the
impressiveness
,
the
picturesqueness
,
of
England
;
and
poor
Bessie
Alden
,
like
many
a
Yankee
maiden
,
was
terribly
at
the
mercy
of
picturesqueness
.
“
I
have
often
wished
I
were
at
Newport
again
,
”
said
the
young
man
.
“
Those
days
I
spent
at
your
sister
’
s
were
awfully
jolly
.
”
“
We
enjoyed
them
very
much
;
I
hope
your
father
is
better
.
”
“
Oh
,
dear
,
yes
.
When
I
got
to
England
,
he
was
out
grouse
shooting
.
It
was
what
you
call
in
America
a
gigantic
fraud
.
My
mother
had
got
nervous
.
My
three
weeks
at
Newport
seemed
like
a
happy
dream
.
”
“
America
certainly
is
very
different
from
England
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
I
hope
you
like
England
better
,
eh
?
”
Lord
Lambeth
rejoined
almost
persuasively
.
“
No
Englishman
can
ask
that
seriously
of
a
person
of
another
country
.
”
Her
companion
looked
at
her
for
a
moment
.
“
You
mean
it
’
s
a
matter
of
course
?
”
“
If
I
were
English
,
”
said
Bessie
,
“
it
would
certainly
seem
to
me
a
matter
of
course
that
everyone
should
be
a
good
patriot
.
”
“
Oh
,
dear
,
yes
,
patriotism
is
everything
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
,
not
quite
following
,
but
very
contented
.
“
Now
,
what
are
you
going
to
do
here
?
”
“
On
Thursday
I
am
going
to
the
Tower
.
”
“
The
Tower
?
”
“
The
Tower
of
London
.
Did
you
never
hear
of
it
?
”
“
Oh
,
yes
,
I
have
been
there
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
.
“
I
was
taken
there
by
my
governess
when
I
was
six
years
old
.
It
’
s
a
rum
idea
,
your
going
there
.
”
“
Do
give
me
a
few
more
rum
ideas
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
I
want
to
see
everything
of
that
sort
.
I
am
going
to
Hampton
Court
,
and
to
Windsor
,
and
to
the
Dulwich
Gallery
.
”
Lord
Lambeth
seemed
greatly
amused
.
“
I
wonder
you
don
’
t
go
to
the
Rosherville
Gardens
.
”
“
Are
they
interesting
?
”
asked
Bessie
.
“
Oh
,
wonderful
.
”
“
Are
they
very
old
?
That
’
s
all
I
care
for
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
They
are
tremendously
old
;
they
are
all
falling
to
ruins
.
”
“
I
think
there
is
nothing
so
charming
as
an
old
ruinous
garden
,
”
said
the
young
girl
.
“
We
must
certainly
go
there
.
”
Lord
Lambeth
broke
out
into
merriment
.
“
I
say
,
Woodley
,
”
he
cried
,
“
here
’
s
Miss
Alden
wants
to
go
to
the
Rosherville
Gardens
!
”
Willie
Woodley
looked
a
little
blank
;
he
was
caught
in
the
fact
of
ignorance
of
an
apparently
conspicuous
feature
of
London
life
.
But
in
a
moment
he
turned
it
off
.
“
Very
well
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
’
ll
write
for
a
permit
.
”
Lord
Lambeth
’
s
exhilaration
increased
.
“
Gad
,
I
believe
you
Americans
would
go
anywhere
!
”
he
cried
.
“
We
wish
to
go
to
Parliament
,
”
said
Bessie
.
“
That
’
s
one
of
the
first
things
.
”
“
Oh
,
it
would
bore
you
to
death
!
”
cried
the
young
man
.
“
We
wish
to
hear
you
speak
.
”
“
I
never
speak
—
except
to
young
ladies
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
,
smiling
.
Bessie
Alden
looked
at
him
a
while
,
smiling
,
too
,
in
the
shadow
of
her
parasol
.
“
You
are
very
strange
,
”
she
murmured
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
I
approve
of
you
.
”
“
Ah
,
now
,
don
’
t
be
severe
,
Miss
Alden
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
,
smiling
still
more
.
“
Please
don
’
t
be
severe
.
I
want
you
to
like
me
—
awfully
.
”
“
To
like
you
awfully
?
You
must
not
laugh
at
me
,
then
,
when
I
make
mistakes
.
I
consider
it
my
right
—
as
a
freeborn
American
—
to
make
as
many
mistakes
as
I
choose
.
”
“
Upon
my
word
,
I
didn
’
t
laugh
at
you
,
”
said
Lord
Lambeth
.
“
And
not
only
that
,
”
Bessie
went
on
;
“
but
I
hold
that
all
my
mistakes
shall
be
set
down
to
my
credit
.
You
must
think
the
better
of
me
for
them
.
”
“
I
can
’
t
think
better
of
you
than
I
do
,
”
the
young
man
declared
.
Bessie
Alden
looked
at
him
a
moment
again
.
“
You
certainly
speak
very
well
to
young
ladies
.
