"No, but there are a few old cows."
Lady Barb had already noted that her husband sought the relief of a laugh at her expense, and she was aware that this present opportunity was neither worse nor better than some others. She didn"t mind that trick in him particularly now, though in England it would have disgusted her; she had the consciousness of virtue, an immense comfort, and flattered herself she had learned the lesson of an altered standard of fitness-besides which there were so many more disagreeable things in America than being laughed at by one"s husband. But she pretended not to like it because this made him stop, and above all checked discussion, which with Jackson was habitually so facetious and consequently so tiresome. "I only want to be left alone," she said in answer-though indeed it hadn"t the style of an answer-to his speech about the cows.
With this she wandered away to one of the windows that looked out on the Fifth Avenue. She was very fond of these windows and had taken a great fancy to the Fifth Avenue, which, in the high-pitched winter weather, when everything sparkled, was bright and funny and foreign. It will be seen that she was not wholly unjust to her adoptive country: she found it delightful to look out of the window. This was a pleasure she had enjoyed in London only in the most furtive manner; it wasn"t the kind of thing that girls in England did. Besides, in London, in Hill Street, there was nothing particular to see; whereas in the Fifth Avenue everything and every one went by, and observation was made consistent with dignity by the quant.i.ties of brocade and lace dressing the embrasure, which somehow wouldn"t have been tidy in England and which made an ambush without concealing the brilliant day. Hundreds of women-the queer women of New York, who were unlike any that Lady Barb had hitherto seen-pa.s.sed the house every hour; and her ladyship was infinitely entertained and mystified by the sight of their clothes. She spent more time than she was aware of in this recreation, and had she been addicted to returning upon herself, to asking herself for an account of her conduct-an inquiry she didn"t indeed completely neglect, but made no great form of-she must have had a wan smile for this proof of what she appeared mainly to have come to America for, conscious though she was that her tastes were very simple and that so long as she didn"t hunt it didn"t much matter what she did.
Her husband turned about to the fire, giving a push with his foot to a log that had fallen out of its place. Then he said-and the connexion with the words she had just uttered was direct enough-"You really must manage to be at home on Sundays, you know. I used to like that so much in London. All the best women here do it. You had better begin to-day.
I"m going to see my mother. If I meet any one I"ll tell them to come."
"Tell them not to talk so much," said Lady Barb among her lace curtains.
"Ah, my dear," Jackson returned, "it isn"t every one who has your concision." And he went and stood behind her in the window, putting his arm round her waist. It was as much of a satisfaction to him as it had been six months before, at the time the solicitors were settling the matter, that this flower of an ancient stem should be worn upon his own breast; he still thought its fragrance a thing quite apart, and it was as clear as day to him that his wife was the handsomest woman in New York.
He had begun, after their arrival, by telling her this very often; but the a.s.surance brought no colour to her cheek, no light to her eyes: to be the handsomest woman in New York, now that she was acquainted with that city, plainly failed to strike her as a position in life. The reader may, moreover, be informed that, oddly enough, Lady Barb didn"t particularly believe this a.s.sertion. There were some very pretty women in New York, and without in the least wishing to be like them-she had seen no woman in America whom she desired to resemble-she envied them some of their peculiar little freshnesses. It"s probable that her own finest points were those of which she was most unconscious. But Jackson was intensely aware of all of them; nothing could exceed the minuteness of his appreciation of his wife. It was a sign of this that after he had stood behind her a moment he kissed her very tenderly. "Have you any message for my mother?" he asked.
"Please give her my love. And you might take her that book."
"What book?"
"That nasty one I"ve been reading."
"Oh bother your books!" he cried with a certain irritation as he went out of the room.
There had been a good many things in her life in New York that cost her an effort, but sending her love to her mother-in-law was not one of these. She liked Mrs. Lemon better than any one she had seen in America; she was the only person who seemed to Lady Barb really simple, as she herself understood that quality. Many people had struck her as homely and rustic and many others as pretentious and vulgar; but in Jackson"s mother she had found the golden mean of a discretion, of a native felicity and modesty and decency, which, as she would have said, were really nice. Her sister, Lady Agatha, was even fonder of Mrs. Lemon; but then Lady Agatha had taken the most extraordinary fancy to every one and everything, and talked as if America were the most delightful country in the world. She was having a lovely time-she already spoke the most beautiful American-and had been, during the bright winter just drawing to a close, the most prominent girl in New York. She had gone out at first with her elder; but for some weeks past Lady Barb had let so many occasions pa.s.s that Agatha threw herself into the arms of Mrs. Lemon, who found her unsurpa.s.sably quaint and amusing and was delighted to take her into society. Mrs. Lemon, as an old woman, had given up such vanities; but she only wanted a motive, and in her good nature she ordered a dozen new caps and sat smiling against the wall while her little English maid, on polished floors, to the sound of music, cultivated the American step as well as the American tone. There was no trouble in New York about going out, and the winter wasn"t half over before the little English maid found herself an accomplished diner, finding her way without any chaperon at all to feasts where she could count on a bouquet at her plate. She had had a great deal of correspondence with her own female parent on this point, and Lady Canterville had at last withdrawn her protest, which in the meantime had been perfectly useless. It was ultimately Lady Canterville"s feeling that if she had married the handsomest of her daughters to an American doctor she might let another become a professional _raconteuse_-Agatha had written to her that she was expected to talk so much-strange as such a destiny seemed for a girl of nineteen.
Mrs. Lemon had even a higher simplicity than Lady Barb imputed to her; for she hadn"t noticed that Lady Agatha danced much oftener with Herman Longstraw than with any one else. Jackson himself, though he went little to b.a.l.l.s, had discovered this truth, and he looked slightly preoccupied when, after he had sat five minutes with his mother on the Sunday afternoon through which I have invited the reader to trace so much more than-I am afraid-is easily apparent of the progress of this simple story, he learned that his sister-in-law was entertaining Mr. Longstraw in the library. That young man had called half an hour before, and she had taken him into the other room to show him the seal of the Cantervilles, which she had fastened to one of her numerous trinkets-she was adorned with a hundred bangles and chains-and the proper exhibition of which required a taper and a stick of wax. Apparently he was examining it very carefully, for they had been absent a good while. Mrs. Lemon"s simplicity was further shown by the fact that she had not measured their absence; it was only when Jackson questioned her that she remembered.
Herman Longstraw was a young Californian who had turned up in New York the winter before and who travelled on his moustache, as they were understood to say in his native State. This moustache and some of its accompanying features were greatly admired; several ladies in New York had been known to declare that they were as beautiful as a dream. Taken in connexion with his tall stature, his familiar good nature and his remarkable Western vocabulary they const.i.tuted his only social capital; for of the two great divisions, the rich Californians and the poor Californians, it was well known to which he belonged. Doctor Lemon had viewed him as but a slightly mitigated cowboy, and was somewhat vexed at his own parent, though also aware that she could scarcely figure to herself what an effect such a form of speech as this remarkably straight echo of the prairie would produce in the halls of Canterville. He had no desire whatever to play a trick on the house to which he was allied, and knew perfectly that Lady Agatha hadn"t been sent to America to become entangled with a Californian of the wrong denomination. He had been perfectly willing to bring her; he thought, a little vindictively, that this would operate as a hint to her progenitors on what he might have imagined doing if they hadn"t been so stupidly bent on Mr. Hardman.
Herman Longstraw, according to the legend, had been a trapper, a squatter, a miner, a pioneer-had been everything that one could be in the desperate parts of America, and had acc.u.mulated ma.s.ses of experience before the age of thirty. He had shot bears in the Rockies and buffaloes on the plains; and it was even believed that he had brought down animals of a still more dangerous kind among the haunts of men. There had been a story that he owned a cattle-ranch in Arizona; but a later and apparently more authentic version of it, though representing him as looking after the cattle, didn"t depict him as their proprietor.
Many of the stories told about him were false; but there was no doubt his moustache, his native ease and his native accent were the best of their kind. He danced very badly; but Lady Agatha had frankly told several persons that that was nothing new to her, and in short she delighted-this, however, she didn"t tell-in Mr. Herman Longstraw. What she enjoyed in America was the revelation of freedom, and there was no such proof of freedom as absolutely unrestricted discourse with a gentleman who dressed in crude skins when not in New York and who, in his usual pursuits, carried his life-as well as that of other persons-in his hand. A gentleman whom she had sat next to at dinner in the early part of her visit had remarked to her that the United States were the paradise of women and of mechanics; and this had seemed to her at the time very abstract, for she wasn"t conscious as yet of belonging to either cla.s.s.
In England she had been only a girl, and the princ.i.p.al idea connected with that was simply that for one"s misfortune one wasn"t a boy. But she presently herself found the odd American world a true sojourn of the youthful blest; and this helped her to know that she must be one of the people mentioned in the axiom of her neighbour-people who could do whatever they wanted, had a voice in everything and made their taste and their ideas felt. She saw what fun it was to be a woman in America, and that this was the best way to enjoy the New York winter-the wonderful brilliant New York winter, the queer long-shaped glittering city, the heterogeneous hours among which you couldn"t tell the morning from the afternoon or the night from either of them, the perpetual liberties and walks, the rushings-out and the droppings-in, the intimacies, the endearments, the comicalities, the sleigh-bells, the cutters, the sunsets on the snow, the ice-parties in the frosty clearness, the bright hot velvety houses, the bouquets, the bonbons, the little cakes, the big cakes, the irrepressible inspirations of shopping, the innumerable luncheons and dinners offered to youth and innocence, the quant.i.ties of chatter of quant.i.ties of girls, the perpetual motion of the "German," the suppers at restaurants after the play, the way in which life was pervaded by Delmonico and Delmonico by the sense that though one"s hunting was lost, and this therefore so different, it was very nearly as good. In all, through all, flowed a suffusion of loud unmodulated friendly sound which reminded her of an endless tuning of rather bad fiddles.
Lady Agatha was at present staying for a little change with Mrs. Lemon, and such adventures as that were part of the pleasure of her American season. The house was too close, but physically the girl could bear anything, and it was all she had to complain of; for Mrs. Lemon, as we know, thought her a weird little specimen, and had none of those old-world scruples in regard to spoiling young people to which Lady Agatha herself now knew she must in the past have been unduly sacrificed.
In her own way-it was not at all her sister"s way-she liked to be of importance; and this was a.s.suredly the case when she saw that Mrs. Lemon had apparently nothing in the world to do, after spending a part of the morning with her servants, but invent little distractions-many of them of the edible sort-for her guest. She appeared to have several friends, but she had no society to speak of, and the people who entered her house came princ.i.p.ally to see Lady Agatha. This, as we have noted, was strikingly the case with Herman Longstraw. The whole situation gave the young stranger a great feeling of success-success of a new and unexpected kind.
Of course in England she had been born successful, as it might be called, through her so emerging in one of the most beautiful rooms at Pasterns; but her present triumph was achieved more by her own effort-not that she had tried very hard-and by her merit. It wasn"t so much what she said-since she could never equal for quant.i.ty the girls of New York-as the spirit of enjoyment that played in her fresh young face, with its pointless curves, and shone in her grey English eyes. She enjoyed everything, even the street-cars, of which she made liberal use; and more than everything she enjoyed Mr. Longstraw and his talk about buffaloes and bears. Mrs. Lemon promised to be very careful as soon as her son had begun to warn her; and this time she had a certain understanding of what she promised. She thought people ought to make the matches they liked; she had given proof of this in her late behaviour to Jackson, whose own union was, to her sense, marked with all the arbitrariness of pure love.
Nevertheless she could see that Herman Longstraw would probably be thought rough in England; and it wasn"t simply that he was so inferior to Jackson, for, after all, certain things were not to be expected. Jackson was not oppressed with his mother-in-law, having taken his precautions against such a danger; but he was certain he should give Lady Canterville a permanent advantage over him if her third daughter should while in America attach herself to a mere moustache.
It was not always, as I have hinted, that Mrs. Lemon entered completely into the views of her son, though in form she never failed to subscribe to them devoutly. She had never yet, for instance, apprehended his reason for marrying poor Lady Barb. This was a great secret, and she was determined, in her gentleness, that no one should ever know it. For herself, she was sure that to the end of time she shouldn"t discover Jackson"s reason. She might never ask about it, for that of course would betray her. From the first she had told him she was delighted, there being no need of asking for explanations then, as the young lady herself, when she should come to know her, would explain. But the young lady hadn"t yet explained and after this evidently never would. She was very tall, very handsome, she answered exactly to Mrs. Lemon"s prefigurement of the daughter of a lord, and she wore her clothes, which were peculiar, but to one of her shape remarkably becoming, very well. But she didn"t elucidate; we know ourselves that there was very little that was explanatory about Lady Barb. So Mrs. Lemon continued to wonder, to ask herself, "Why that one, more than so many others who"d have been more natural?" The choice struck her, as I have said, as quite arbitrary.
She found Lady Barb very different from other girls she had known, and this led her almost immediately to feel sorry for her daughter-in-law.
She felt how the girl was to be pitied if she found her husband"s people as peculiar as his mother found _her_, since the result of that would be to make her very lonesome. Lady Agatha was different, because she seemed to keep nothing back; you saw all there was of her, and she was evidently not home-sick. Mrs. Lemon could see that Barbarina was ravaged by this last ailment and was also too haughty to show it. She even had a glimpse of the ultimate truth; namely, that Jackson"s wife had not the comfort of crying, because that would have amounted to a confession that she had been idiotic enough to believe in advance that, in an American town, in the society of doctors, she should escape such pangs. Mrs. Lemon treated her with studied consideration-all the indulgence that was due to a young woman in the unfortunate position of having been married one couldn"t tell why.
The world, to the elder lady"s view, contained two great departments, that of people and that of things; and she believed you must take an interest either in one or the other. The true incomprehensible in Lady Barb was that she cared for neither side of the show. Her house apparently inspired her with no curiosity and no enthusiasm, though it had been thought magnificent enough to be described in successive columns of the native newspapers; and she never spoke of her furniture or her domestics, though she had a prodigious show of such possessions. She was the same with regard to her acquaintance, which was immense, inasmuch as every one in the place had called on her. Mrs. Lemon was the least critical woman in the world, but it had occasionally ruffled her just a little that her daughter-in-law should receive every one in New York quite in the same automatic manner. There were differences, Mrs. Lemon knew, and some of them of the highest importance; but poor Lady Barb appeared never to suspect them. She accepted every one and everything and asked no questions. She had no curiosity about her fellow-citizens, and as she never a.s.sumed it for a moment she gave Mrs. Lemon no opportunity to enlighten her. Lady Barb was a person with whom you could do nothing unless she left you an opening; and nothing would have been more difficult than to "post" her, as her mother-in-law would have said, against her will. Of course she picked up a little knowledge, but she confounded and transposed American attributes in the most extraordinary way. She had a way of calling every one Doctor; and Mrs. Lemon could scarcely convince her that this distinction was too precious to be so freely bestowed. She had once said to that supporter that in New York there was nothing to know people by, their names were so very monotonous; and Mrs. Lemon had entered into this enough to see that there was something that stood out a good deal in Barbarina"s own prefix. It is probable that during her short period of domestication complete justice was not done Lady Barb; she never-as an instance-got credit for repressing her annoyance at the poverty of the nominal signs and styles, a deep desolation. That little speech to her husband"s mother was the most reckless sign she gave of it; and there were few things that contributed more to the good conscience she habitually enjoyed than her self-control on this particular point.
Doctor Lemon was engaged in professional researches just now, which took up a great deal of his time; and for the rest he pa.s.sed his hours unreservedly with his wife. For the last three months, therefore, he had seen his other nearest relative scarcely more than once a week. In spite of researches, in spite of medical societies, where Jackson, to her knowledge, read papers, Lady Barb had more of her husband"s company than she had counted on at the time she married. She had never known a married pair to be so much together as she and Jackson; he appeared to expect her to sit with him in the library in the morning. He had none of the occupations of gentlemen and n.o.blemen in England, for the element of politics appeared to be as absent as the element of the chase. There were politics in Washington, she had been told, and even at Albany, and Jackson had proposed to introduce her to these cities; but the proposal, made to her once at dinner, before several people, had excited such cries of horror that it fell dead on the spot. "We don"t want you to see anything of that kind," one of the ladies had said, and Jackson had appeared to be discouraged-that is if in regard to Jackson she could really tell.
"Pray what is it you want me to see?" Lady Barb had asked on this occasion.
"Well, New York and Boston (Boston if you want to very much, but not otherwise), and then Niagara. But more than anything Newport."
She was tired of their eternal Newport; she had heard of it a thousand times and felt already as if she had lived there half her life; she was sure, moreover, that she should hate the awful little place. This is perhaps as near as she came to having a lively conviction on any American subject. She asked herself whether she was then to spend her life in the Fifth Avenue with alternations of a city of villas-she detested villas-and wondered if that was all the great American country had to offer her. There were times when she believed she should like the backwoods and that the Far West might be a resource; for she had a.n.a.lysed her feelings just deep enough to discover that when she had-hesitating a good deal-turned over the question of marrying Jackson Lemon it was not in the least of American barbarism she was afraid; her dread had been all of American civilisation. She judged the little lady I have just quoted a goose, but that didn"t make New York any more interesting. It would be reckless to say that she suffered from an overdose of Jackson"s company, since she quite felt him her most important social resource. She could talk to him about England, about her own England, and he understood more or less what she wished to say-when she wished to say anything, which was not frequent. There were plenty of other people who talked about England; but with them the range of allusion was always the hotels, of which she knew nothing, and the shops and the opera and the photographs: they had the hugest appet.i.te for photographs. There were other people who were always wanting her to tell them about Pasterns and the manner of life there and the parties; but if there was one thing Lady Barb disliked more than another it was describing Pasterns. She had always lived with people who knew of themselves what such a place would be, without demanding these pictorial efforts, proper only, as she vaguely felt, to persons belonging to the cla.s.ses whose trade was the arts of expression.
Lady Barb of course had never gone into it; but she knew that in her own cla.s.s the business was not to express but to enjoy, not to represent but to be represented-though indeed this latter liability might involve offence; for it may be noted that even for an aristocrat Jackson Lemon"s wife was aristocratic.
Lady Agatha and her visitor came back from the library in course of time, and Jackson Lemon felt it his duty to be rather cold to Herman Longstraw.
It wasn"t clear to him what sort of a husband his sister-in-law would do well to look for in America-if there were to be any question of husbands; but as to that he wasn"t bound to be definite provided he should rule out Mr. Longstraw. This gentleman, however, was not given to noticing shades of manner; he had little observation, but very great confidence.
"I think you had better come home with me," Jackson said to Lady Agatha; "I guess you"ve stayed here long enough."
"Don"t let him say that, Mrs. Lemon!" the girl cried. "I like being with you so awfully."
"I try to make it pleasant," said Mrs. Lemon. "I should really miss you now; but perhaps it"s your mother"s wish." If it was a question of defending her guest from ineligible suitors Mrs. Lemon felt of course that her son was more competent than she; though she had a lurking kindness for Herman Longstraw and a vague idea that he was a gallant genial specimen of unsophisticated young America.
"Oh mamma wouldn"t see any difference!" Lady Agatha returned with pleading blue eyes on her brother-in-law. "Mamma wants me to see every one; you know she does. That"s what she sent me to America for; she knows-for we"ve certainly told her enough-that it isn"t like England.
She wouldn"t like it if I didn"t sometimes stay with people; she always wanted us to stay at other houses. And she knows all about you, Mrs.
Lemon, and she likes you immensely. She sent you a message the other day and I"m afraid I forgot to give it you-to thank you for being so kind to me and taking such a lot of trouble. Really she did, but I forgot it.
If she wants me to see as much as possible of America it"s much better I should be here than always with Barb-it"s much less like one"s own country. I mean it"s much nicer-for a girl," said Lady Agatha affectionately to Mrs. Lemon, who began also to look at Jackson under the influence of this uttered sweetness which was like some quaint little old air, she thought, played upon a faded spinet with two girlish fingers.
"If you want the genuine thing you ought to come out on the plains," Mr.
Longstraw interposed with bright sincerity. "I guess that was your mother"s idea. Why don"t you all come out?" He had been looking intently at Lady Agatha while the remarks I have just repeated succeeded each other on her lips-looking at her with a fascinated approbation, for all the world as if he had been a slightly slow-witted English gentleman and the girl herself a flower of the West, a flower that knew the celebrated language of flowers. Susceptible even as Mrs. Lemon was he made no secret of the fact that Lady Agatha"s voice was music to him, his ear being much more accessible than his own inflexions would have indicated. To Lady Agatha those inflexions were not displeasing, partly because, like Mr. Herman himself in general, she had not a perception of shades; and partly because it never occurred to her to compare them with any other tones. He seemed to her to speak a foreign language altogether-a romantic dialect through which the most comical meanings gleamed here and there.
"I should like it above all things," she said in answer to his last observation.
"The scenery"s ahead of anything round here," Mr. Longstraw went on.
Mrs. Lemon, as we have gathered, was the mildest of women; but, as an old New Yorker, she had no patience with some of the new fashions. Chief among these was the perpetual reference, which had become common only within a few years, to the outlying parts of the country, the States and Territories of which children, in her time, used to learn the names, in their order, at school, but which no one ever thought of going to or talking about. Such places, in her opinion, belonged to the geography-books, or at most to the literature of newspapers, but neither to society nor to conversation; and the change-which, so far as it lay in people"s talk, she thought at bottom a mere affectation-threatened to make her native land appear vulgar and vague. For this amiable daughter of Manhattan the normal existence of man, and still more of women, had been "located," as she would have said, between Trinity Church and the beautiful Reservoir at the top of the Fifth Avenue-monuments of which she was personally proud; and if we could look into the deeper parts of her mind I am afraid we should discover there an impression that both the countries of Europe and the remainder of her own continent were equally far from the centre and the light.
"Well, scenery isn"t everything," she made soft answer to Mr. Longstraw; "and if Lady Agatha should wish to see anything of that kind all she has got to do is to take the boat up the Hudson." Mrs. Lemon"s recognition of this river, I should say, was all it need have been; she held the Hudson existed for the purpose of supplying New Yorkers with poetical feelings, helping them to face comfortably occasions like the present and, in general, meet foreigners with confidence-part of the oddity of foreigners being their conceit about their own places.
"That"s a good idea, Lady Agatha; let"s take the boat," said Mr.
Longstraw. "I"ve had great times on the boats."
Lady Agatha fixed on her _amoroso_ her singular charming eyes, eyes of which it was impossible to say at any moment whether they were the shyest or the frankest in the world; and she was not aware while this contemplation lasted that her brother-in-law was observing her. He was thinking of certain things while he did so, of things he had heard about the English; who still, in spite of his having married into a family of that nation, appeared to him very much through the medium of hearsay.
They were more pa.s.sionate than the Americans, and they did things that would never have been expected; though they seemed steadier and less excitable there was much social evidence to prove them more wildly impulsive.
"It"s so very kind of you to propose that," Lady Agatha said in a moment to Mrs. Lemon. "I think I"ve never been in a ship-except of course coming from England. I"m sure mamma would wish me to see the Hudson. We used to go in immensely for boating in England."
"Did you boat in a ship?" Herman Longstraw asked, showing his teeth hilariously and pulling his moustaches.
"Lots of my mother"s people have been in the navy." Lady Agatha perceived vaguely and good-naturedly that she had said something the odd Americans thought odd and that she must justify herself. Something most unnatural was happening to her standard of oddity.
"I really think you had better come back to us," Jackson repeated: "your sister"s very lonely without you."
"She"s much more lonely _with_ me. We"re perpetually having differences.
Barb"s dreadfully vexed because I like America instead of-instead of-"
And Lady Agatha paused a moment; for it just occurred to her that this might be treacherous.
"Instead of what?" Jackson inquired.
"Instead of perpetually wanting to go to England, as she does," she went on, only giving her phrase a little softer turn; for she felt the next moment that Barb could have nothing to hide and must of course have the courage of her opinions. "Of course England"s best, but I daresay I like to be bad," the girl said artlessly.
"Oh there"s no doubt you"re awfully bad," Mr. Longstraw broke out, with joyous eagerness. Naturally he couldn"t know that what she had princ.i.p.ally in mind was an exchange of opinions that had taken place between her sister and herself just before she came to stay with Mrs.
Lemon. This incident, of which he himself was the occasion, might indeed have been called a discussion, for it had carried them quite into the cold air of the abstract. Lady Barb had said she didn"t see how Agatha could look at such a creature as that-an odious familiar vulgar being who had not about him the rudiments of a gentleman. Lady Agatha had replied that Mr. Longstraw was familiar and rough and that he had a tw.a.n.g and thought it amusing to talk to her as "the Princess"; but that he was a gentleman for all that and was tremendous fun whatever one called him-it didn"t seem to matter what one called any one or anything there. Her sister had returned to this that if he was rough and familiar he couldn"t be a gentleman, inasmuch as that was just what a gentleman meant-a man who was civil and well-bred and well-born. Lady Agatha had argued that such a point was just where she differed; that a man might perfectly be a gentleman and yet be rough, and even ignorant, so long as he was really nice. The only thing was that he should be really nice, which was the case with Mr. Longstraw, who, moreover, was quite extraordinarily civil-as civil as a man could be. And then Lady Agatha herself made the strongest point she had ever made in her life (she had never been so inspired) in saying that Mr. Longstraw was rough perhaps, but not rude-a distinction altogether wasted on her sister, who declared that she hadn"t come to America, of all places, to learn what a gentleman was. The discussion in short had been a trifle grim. I know not whether it was the tonic effect on them too, alien organisms as they were, of the fine winter weather, or that of Lady Barb"s being bored and having nothing else to do; but Lord Canterville"s daughters went into the question with the moral earnestness of a pair of approved Bostonians. It was part of Lady Agatha"s view of her admirer that he after all much resembled other tall people with smiling eyes and tawny moustaches who had ridden a good deal in rough countries and whom she had seen in other places. If he was more familiar he was also more alert; still, the difference was not in himself, but in the way she saw him-the way she saw everybody in America.