"I am sure she asked me questions enough about your property and your t.i.tles," said Beaumont.
"She has asked me questions, too; no end of them," Lord Lambeth admitted. "But she asked for information, don"t you know."
"Information? Aye, I"ll warrant she wanted it. Depend upon it that she is dying to marry you just as much and just as little as all the rest of them."
"I shouldn"t like her to refuse me--I shouldn"t like that."
"If the thing would be so disagreeable, then, both to you and to her, in Heaven"s name leave it alone," said Percy Beaumont.
Mrs. Westgate, on her side, had plenty to say to her sister about the rarity of Mr. Beaumont"s visits and the nonappearance of the d.u.c.h.ess of Bayswater. She professed, however, to derive more satisfaction from this latter circ.u.mstance than she could have done from the most lavish attentions on the part of this great lady. "It is most marked," she said--"most marked. It is a delicious proof that we have made them miserable. The day we dined with Lord Lambeth I was really sorry for the poor fellow." It will have been gathered that the entertainment offered by Lord Lambeth to his American friends had not been graced by the presence of his anxious mother. He had invited several choice spirits to meet them; but the ladies of his immediate family were to Mrs.
Westgate"s sense--a sense possibly morbidly acute--conspicuous by their absence.
"I don"t want to express myself in a manner that you dislike," said Bessie Alden; "but I don"t know why you should have so many theories about Lord Lambeth"s poor mother. You know a great many young men in New York without knowing their mothers."
Mrs. Westgate looked at her sister and then turned away. "My dear Bessie, you are superb!" she said.
"One thing is certain," the young girl continued. "If I believed I were a cause of annoyance--however unwitting--to Lord Lambeth"s family, I should insist--"
"Insist upon my leaving England," said Mrs. Westgate.
"No, not that. I want to go to the National Gallery again; I want to see Stratford-on-Avon and Canterbury Cathedral. But I should insist upon his coming to see us no more."
"That would be very modest and very pretty of you; but you wouldn"t do it now."
"Why do you say "now"?" asked Bessie Alden. "Have I ceased to be modest?"
"You care for him too much. A month ago, when you said you didn"t, I believe it was quite true. But at present, my dear child," said Mrs.
Westgate, "you wouldn"t find it quite so simple a matter never to see Lord Lambeth again. I have seen it coming on."
"You are mistaken," said Bessie. "You don"t understand."
"My dear child, don"t be perverse," rejoined her sister.
"I know him better, certainly, if you mean that," said Bessie. "And I like him very much. But I don"t like him enough to make trouble for him with his family. However, I don"t believe in that."
"I like the way you say "however,"" Mrs. Westgate exclaimed. "Come; you would not marry him?"
"Oh, no," said the young girl.
Mrs. Westgate for a moment seemed vexed. "Why not, pray?" she demanded.
"Because I don"t care to," said Bessie Alden.
The morning after Lord Lambeth had had, with Percy Beaumont, that exchange of ideas which has just been narrated, the ladies at Jones"s Hotel received from his lordship a written invitation to pay their projected visit to Branches Castle on the following Tuesday. "I think I have made up a very pleasant party," the young n.o.bleman said. "Several people whom you know, and my mother and sisters, who have so long been regrettably prevented from making your acquaintance." Bessie Alden lost no time in calling her sister"s attention to the injustice she had done the d.u.c.h.ess of Bayswater, whose hostility was now proved to be a vain illusion.
"Wait till you see if she comes," said Mrs. Westgate. "And if she is to meet us at her son"s house the obligation was all the greater for her to call upon us."
Bessie had not to wait long, and it appeared that Lord Lambeth"s mother now accepted Mrs. Westgate"s view of her duties. On the morrow, early in the afternoon, two cards were brought to the apartment of the American ladies--one of them bearing the name of the d.u.c.h.ess of Bayswater and the other that of the Countess of Pimlico. Mrs. Westgate glanced at the clock. "It is not yet four," she said; "they have come early; they wish to see us. We will receive them." And she gave orders that her visitors should be admitted. A few moments later they were introduced, and there was a solemn exchange of amenities. The d.u.c.h.ess was a large lady, with a fine fresh color; the Countess of Pimlico was very pretty and elegant.
The d.u.c.h.ess looked about her as she sat down--looked not especially at Mrs. Westgate. "I daresay my son has told you that I have been wanting to come and see you," she observed.
"You are very kind," said Mrs. Westgate, vaguely--her conscience not allowing her to a.s.sent to this proposition--and, indeed, not permitting her to enunciate her own with any appreciable emphasis.
"He says you were so kind to him in America," said the d.u.c.h.ess.
"We are very glad," Mrs. Westgate replied, "to have been able to make him a little more--a little less--a little more comfortable."
"I think he stayed at your house," remarked the d.u.c.h.ess of Bayswater, looking at Bessie Alden.
"A very short time," said Mrs. Westgate.
"Oh!" said the d.u.c.h.ess; and she continued to look at Bessie, who was engaged in conversation with her daughter.
"Do you like London?" Lady Pimlico had asked of Bessie, after looking at her a good deal--at her face and her hands, her dress and her hair.
"Very much indeed," said Bessie.
"Do you like this hotel?"
"It is very comfortable," said Bessie.
"Do you like stopping at hotels?" inquired Lady Pimlico after a pause.
"I am very fond of traveling," Bessie answered, "and I suppose hotels are a necessary part of it. But they are not the part I am fondest of."
"Oh, I hate traveling," said the Countess of Pimlico and transferred her attention to Mrs. Westgate.
"My son tells me you are going to Branches," the d.u.c.h.ess presently resumed.
"Lord Lambeth has been so good as to ask us," said Mrs. Westgate, who perceived that her visitor had now begun to look at her, and who had her customary happy consciousness of a distinguished appearance. The only mitigation of her felicity on this point was that, having inspected her visitor"s own costume, she said to herself, "She won"t know how well I am dressed!"
"He has asked me to go, but I am not sure I shall be able," murmured the d.u.c.h.ess.
"He had offered us the p--prospect of meeting you," said Mrs. Westgate.
"I hate the country at this season," responded the d.u.c.h.ess.
Mrs. Westgate gave a little shrug. "I think it is pleasanter than London."
But the d.u.c.h.ess"s eyes were absent again; she was looking very fixedly at Bessie. In a moment she slowly rose, walked to a chair that stood empty at the young girl"s right hand, and silently seated herself.
As she was a majestic, voluminous woman, this little transaction had, inevitably, an air of somewhat impressive intention. It diffused a certain awkwardness, which Lady Pimlico, as a sympathetic daughter, perhaps desired to rectify in turning to Mrs. Westgate.
"I daresay you go out a great deal," she observed.
"No, very little. We are strangers, and we didn"t come here for society."
"I see," said Lady Pimlico. "It"s rather nice in town just now."
"It"s charming," said Mrs. Westgate. "But we only go to see a few people--whom we like."