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第17章

"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. I 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.

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