"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 e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n.
"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?"