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“nothing unpleasant lasts over here. It was very hot when Captain
Littledale was here; he did nothing but drink sherry.cobbleis. He ex-
presses some doubt in his letter whether I will remember him-as if I
didn't remember making six sherry-cobblers for him one day, in about
twenty minutes. I hope you left him well; two years having elapsed
since then.”

Oh, yes, he's all right," said Lord Lambeth.

I am always very glad to see your countrymen,” Mr. Westgate pursued. “I thought it would be time some of you should be coming along. A friend of mine was saying to me only a day or two ago, “It's time for the water-melons and the Englishmen.""

“The Englishmen and the water-melons just now are about the same thing," Percy Beaumont observed, wiping his dripping forehead.

Ah, well, we'll put you on ice, as we do the melons. You must go down to Newport."

“ We'll go anywhere !” said Lord Lambeth.

“Yes, you want to go to Newport—that's what you want to do,"
Mr. Westgate affirmed. “But let's see-when did you get here?"

“Only yesterday," said Percy Beaumont.
Ah, yes, by the 'Russia.'

Where are you staying ?”
“At the 'Hanover,' I think they call it."
“ Pretty comfortable ?" inquired Mr. Westgate.

“It seems a capital place, but I can't say we like the gnats," said
Lord Lanıbeth.

Mr. Westgate stared and laughed. “Oh, no, of course you don't like the gnats. We shall expect you to like a good many things over here, but we shan't insist upon your liking the gnats ; though certainly you'll admit that, as gnats, they are fine, eh? But you oughtn't to remain in the city."

“So we think,” said Lord Lambeth. “If you would kindly snggest something

“Suggest something, my dear sir ? "--and Mr. Westgate looked at him, narrowing his eyelids. “Open your mouth and shut your eyes Leave it to me, and I'll put you through. It's a matter of national pride with me that all Englishmen should have a good time ; and, as I have had considerable practice, I have learned to minister to their wants. I find they generally want the right thing. So just please to consider yourselves my property; and if anyone should try to appropriate yoa, please to say, 'Hands off; too late for the market.' But let's see," continued the American, in his slow, humorous voice, with a distinctness cf utterance which appeared to his visitors to be part of a humorous intention- a strangely leisurely, speculative voice for a man evidently so busy and, as they felt, so professional—" let's sec; are you going to make something of a stay, Lord Lambeth ? "

" Oh dear no," said the young Englishman; “my cous’n was coming

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over on some business, so I just came across, at an hour's notice, for the lark.

“Is it your first visit to the United States ?
“ Oh dear, yes.”

· I was obliged to come on some business,” said Percy Beaumont “ and I brought Lambeth along."

“And you have been here before, sir ?”
“ Nerer- never."

“I thought, from your referring to business _” said Mr. Westgate.

“Oh, you see I'm by way of being a barrister,” Percy Beaumont answered. “I know some people that think of bringing a suit against one of your railways, and they asked me to come over and take measures accordingly."

Mr. Westgate gave one of his slow, keen looks again. “ What's your railroad ?” he asked.

“ The Tennessee Central.”

The American tilted back his chair a little, and po:sed it an instant. Well, I'm sorry you want to attack one of our institutions,” he said, smiling.

“But I guess you had better enjoy yourself first !“I'm certainly rather afraid I can't work in this weather," the young barrister confessed. “ Leave that to the natives,” said Mr. Westgate.

“ Leave the Tennessee Central to me, Mr. Beaumont. Some day we'll talk it over, and I guess

I can make it square. But I didn't know you Englishmen ever did any work, in the upper

classes." Oh, we do a lot of work; don't we, Lambeth ?” asked Percy Beaumont.

"I must certainly be at home by the 19th of September," said the younger Englishman, irrelevantly, but gently.

"For the shooting, eh? or is it the hunting-or the fishing ?” inquired his entertainer.

"Oh, I must be in Scotland,” said Lord Lambeth, blushing a little.

“Well then,” rejoined Mr. Westgate, "you had better amuse yourself first, also.

You must go down and see Mrs. Westgate.” “We should be so happy—if you would kindly tell us the train,” said Percy Beaumont.

“It isn't a train—it's a boat."
“Oh, I see.

And what is the name of—a—the-a-town?" "It isn't a town," said Mr. Westgate, laughing. “It's a-well, what shall I call it? It's a watering-place. In short, it's Newport. You'll see what it is. It's cool ; that's the principal thing. You will greatly oblige me by going down there and putting yourself into the hands of Mrs. Westgate. It isn't perhaps for me to say it; but you couldn't be in better hands. Also in those of her sister, who is staying with her. She is very fond of Englishmen. She thinks there is nothing like them.”


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“Mrs. Westgate or- -a-her sister ?” asked Percy Beaumont, modestly, yet in the tone of an inquiring traveller.

« Oh, I mean my wife,” said Mr. Westgate. “I don't suppose my sister-in-law knows much about them. She has always led a very quiet life; she has lived in Boston."

Percy Beaumont listened with interest. “ That, I believe,” he said, “ is the most-a-intellectual town?”

“I believe it is very intellectual. I don't go there much," responded his host.

“I say, we ought to go there,” said Lord Lambeth to his companion.

Oh, Lord Lambeth, wait till the great heat is over !” Mr. Westgate interposed. “ Boston in this weather would be very trying ; it's not the temperature for intellectual exertion. At Boston, you know, you have to pass an examination at the city limits; and when you come away they give you a kind of degree."

Lord Lambeth stared, blushing a little; and Percy Beaumont stared a little also—but only with his fine natural complexion ; glancing aside after a moment to see that his companion was not looking too creduloas, for he had heard a great deal of American humour. “I daresay it is very jolly," said the younger gentleman.

"I daresay it is,” said Mr. Westgate. “Only I must impress upon you that at present-to-morrow morning, at an early hour-you will be expected at Newport. We have a house there; half the people in New York


there for the summer. I am not sure that at this very moment my wife can take you in ; she has got a lot of people staying with her; I don't know who they all are; only she may have no room. But you can begin with the hotel, and meanwhile you can live at my house. In that way-simply sleeping at the hotel-you will find it tolerable. For the rest, you must make yourself at home at my place. You mustn't be shy, you know; if you are only here for a month that will be a great waste of time. Mrs. Westgate won't neglect you, and you had better not try to resist her. I know something about that. I expect you'll find some pretty girls on the premises. I shall write to my wife by this afternoon's mail, and to-morrow morning she and Miss Alden will look out for you. Just walk right in and make yourself comfortable. Your steamer leaves from this part of the city, and I will immediately send out and get you a cabin. Then, at half-past four o'clock, just call for me here, and I will go with you and put you on board. It's a big boat; you might get lost. A few days hence, at the end of the week, I will come down to Newport, and see how you are getting on.”

The two young Englishmen inaugurated the policy of not resisting Mrs. Westgate by submitting, with great docility and thankfulness, to her husband. He was evidently a very good fellow, and he made an impression upon his visitors; his hospitality seemed to recommend itself

, consciously-with a friendly wink, as it were--as if it hinted, judicially

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his cousin left their entertainer to his labours and returned to their hotel, where they spent three or four hours in their respective shower-baths. Percy Beaumont had suggested that they ought to see something of the town; but “Oh, damn the town !” his noble kinsman had rejoined. They returned to Mr. Westgate's office in a carriage, with their luggage, very punctually; but it must be reluctantly recorded that, this time, he kept them waiting so long that they felt themselves missing the steamer and were deterred only by an amiable modesty from dispensing with his attendance and starting on a hasty scramble to the wharf. But when at last he appeared, and the carriage plunged into the purlieus of Broadway, they jolted and jostled to such good purpose that they reached the huge white vessel while the bell for departure was still ringing and the absorption of passengers still active. It was indeed, as Mr. Westgate had said, a big boat, and his leadership in the innumerable and interminable corridors and cabins, with which he seemed perfectly acquainted, and of which anyone and everyone appeared to have the entrée, was very grateful to the slightly bewildered voyagers. He showed them their state-room-a spacious apartment, embellished with gas-lamps, mirrors en pied and sculptured furniture-and then, long after they had been intimately convinced that the steamer was in motion and launched upon the unknown stream that they were about to navigate, he bade them a sociable farewell.

“Well, good-by, Lord Lambeth,” he said. "Good-by, Mr. Percy Beaumont; I hope you'll have a good time. Just let them do what they want with you. I'll come down by-and-by and look after you." The

young Englishmen emerged from their cabin and amused themselves with wandering about the immense labyrinthine steamer, which struck them as an extraordinary mixture of a ship and an hotel. It was densely crowded with passengers, the larger number of whom appeared. to be ladies and very young children; and in the big saloons, ornamented in white and gold, which followed each other in surprising succession, beneath the swinging gas-light, and among the small side-passages where the negro domestics of both sexes assembled with an air of philosophic leisure, everyone was moving to and fro and exchanging loud and sainiliar observations. Eventually, at the instance of a discriminating black, our young men went and had some supper," in a wonderful place arranged like a theatre, where, in a gilded gallery, upon which little boxes appeared to open, a large orchestra was playing operatic selections, and, below, people were handing about bills of fare, as if they had been programmes. All this was sufficiently curious; but the agreeable thing later, was to sit out on one of the great white decks of the steamer, in the warm breezy darkness, and, in the vague starlight, to make out the line of low, mysterious coast. The young Englishmen tried American cigars——those of Mr. Westgate—and talked together as they usually talked, with many odd silences, lapses of logic and incongruities of transition ; like people who have grown old together, and learned to supply



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beth, judicially.

"Ah, but in England,” replied Beaumont, “you have got your natural protectors. You have got your mother and sisters."

“My mother and sisters-" began the young nobleman, with a certain energy. But he stopped in time, puffing at his cigar.

"Your mother spoke to me about it, with tears in her eyes," said Percy Beaumont. "She said she felt very nervous. I promised to keep you out of mischief."

"You had better take care of yourself," said the object of maternal and ducal solicitude.

“ Ah," rejoined the young barrister, “ I haven't the expectation of a hundred thousand a year—not to mention other attractions."

"Well," said Lord Lambeth,“ don't cry out before you're burt !'

It was certainly very much cooler at Newport, where our travellers found themselves assigned to a couple of diminutive bed-rooms in a faraway angle of an immense hotel. They had gone ashore in the early summer twilight, and had very promptly put themselves to bed ; thanks to which circumstance and to their having, during the previous hours, in their commodious cabin, slept the sleep of youth and health, they began to heel

, towards eleven o'clock, very alert and inquisitive. They looked out of their windows across a row of small green fields, bordered with low stone walls, of rude construction, and saw a deep blue ocean lying beneath a deep blue sky and flecked now and then with scintillating patches of foam. A strong, fresh breeze came in through the curtainless Casements and prompted our young men to observe, generously, that it didn't seem half a bad climate. They made other observations after they had emerged from their rooms in pursuit of breakfast—a meal of


each other's missing phrases ; or, more especially, like people thoroughly conscious of a common point of view, so that a style of conversation superficially lacking in finish might suffice for reference to a fund of associations in the light of which everything was all right.

“We really seem to be going out to sea," Percy Beaumont observed. “Upon my word, we are going back to England. He has shipped us off again. I call that 'real mean.

“I suppose it's all right,” said Lord Lambeth. 'I want to see those pretty girls at Newport. You know he told us the place was an island; and aren't all islands in the sea ? ”

Well," resumed the elder traveller after a while,“ if his house is as good as his cigars, we shall do very well."

“ He seems a very good fellow," said Lord Lambeth, as if this idea had just occurred to him.

“I say, we had better remain at the inn," rejoined his companion, presently. “I don't think I like the way be spoke of his house. I don't like stopping in the house with such a tremendous lot of women.'

“Oh, I don't mind,” said Lord Lambeth. And then they smoked awhile in silence. Fancy his thinking we do no work in England !" the young man resumed.

“I daresay he didn't really think so," said Percy Beaumont.

“Well, I guess they don't know much about England over here!" declared Lord Lambeth, humorously. And then there was another long pause.

“He was devilish civil,” observed the young nobleman.
“Nothing, certainly, could have been more civil,” rejoined his com-

“Littledale said his wife was great fun," said Lord Lambeth.
“Whose wife-Littledale's ?”
“This American's - Mrs. Westgate. What's his name? J. L..”

Beaumont was silent a moment. “What was fun to Littledale,” he said at last, rather sententiously, "may be death to us.”

“What do you mean by that ?" asked his kinsman. “I am as good a man as Littledale."

“My dear boy, I hope you won't begin to flirt,” said Percy Beaumont.

“ I don't care. I daresay I shan't begin."
“With a married woman, if she's bent upon it, it's all very well,”

-4 Beaumont expounded. “But our friend mentioned a young lady sister, a sister-in-law. For God's sake, don't get entangled with her.”

“How do you mean, entangled ?”
“Depend upon it she will try to hook you."
“Oh, bother !” said Lord Lambeth.
“American girls are very clever," urged his companion.
“So much the better," the young man declared.
“ I fancy they are always up to some game of that sort," Beaumont

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