me he had never seen such pleasant manners as at Newport; and he had been a great deal in European society. Hadn't he been in the diplomatic service? He told me the dream of his life was to get appointed to a diplomatic post in Washington. But he doesn't seem to have succeeded. I suppose that in England promotion-and all that sort of thing--is fearfully slow. With us, you know, it's a great deal But I must confess I think too fast. You see I admit our drawbacks. Newport is an ideal place. I don't know anything like it anywhere. Captain Littledale told me he didn't know anything like it anywhere. It's entirely different from most watering places; it's a most charming life. I must say I think that when one goes to a foreign country, one ought to enjoy the differences. Of course there are differences; otherwise what did one come abroad for? Look for your pleasure in the differences, Lord Lambeth; that's the way to do it; and then I am sure you will find American society-at least Newport society-most charming and most interesting. I wish very much my husband were here; but he's dreadfully confined to New York. I suppose you think that is very strange-for a gentleman. But you see we haven't any leisure-class." Mrs. Westgate's discourse, delivered in a soft, sweet voice, flowed on like a miniature torrent and was interrupted by a hundred little smiles, glances, and gestures, which might have figured the irregularities and obstructions of such a stream. Lord Lambeth listened to her with, it must be confessed, a rather ineffectual attention, although he indulged in a good many little murmurs and ejaculations of assent and deprecation. He had no great faculty for apprehending generalisations. There were some three or four indeed which, in the play of his own intelligence, he had originated, and which had seemed convenient at the moment; but at the present time he could hardly have been said to follow Mrs. Westgate as she darted gracefully about in the sea of speculation. Fortunately she asked for no especial rejoinder, for she looked about at the rest of the company as well, and smiled at Percy Beaumont, on the other side of her, as if he too must understand her and agree with her. He was rather more successful than his companion; for besides being, as we know, cleverer, his attention was not vaguely distracted by close vicinity to a remarkably interesting young girl, with dark hair and blue eyes. This was the case with Lord Lambeth, to whom it occurred after a while that the young girl with blue eyes and dark hair was the pretty sister of whom Mrs. Westgate had spoken. She presently turned to him with a remark which established her identity. "It's a great pity you couldn't have brought my brother-in-law with you. It's a great shame he should be in New York in these days." "Oh yes; it's so very hot," said Lord Lambeth. "It must be dreadful," said the young girl. "I daresay he is very busy," Lord Lambeth observed. "The gentlemen in America work too much," the young girl went on. "Oh, do they? I daresay they like it," said her interlocutor. "I don't like it. One never sees them." "Don't you, really?" asked Lord Lambeth. "I shouldn't have fancied that." "Have you come to study American manners?" asked the young girl. "Oh, I don't know. I just came over for a lark. I haven't got long." Here there was a pause, and Lord Lambeth began again. "But Mr. Westgate will come down here, will not he?" "I certainly hope he will. He must help to entertain you and Mr. Beaumont." Lord Lambeth looked at her a little with his handsome brown eyes. "Do you suppose he would have come down with us, if we had urged him?" Mr. Westgate's sister-in-law was silent a moment, and then—“I daresay he would," she answered. "Really!" said the young Englishman. "He was immensely civil to Beaumont and me," he added. "He is a dear good fellow," the young lady rejoined. "And he is a perfect husband. But all Americans are that," she continued, smiling. "Really!" Lord Lambeth exclaimed again; and wondered whether all American ladies had such a passion for generalising as these two. He sat there a good while there was a great deal of talk; it was all very friendly and lively and jolly. Everyone present, sooner or later, said something to him, and seemed to make a particular point of addressing him by name. Two or three other persons came in, and there was a shifting of seats and changing of places; the gentlemen all entered into intimate conversation with the two Englishmen, made them urgent offers of hospitality and hoped they might frequently be of service to them. They were afraid Lord Lambeth and Mr. Beaumont were not very comfortable at their hotel that it was not, as one of them said, "so private as those dear little English inns of yours." This last gentleman went on to say that unfortunately, as yet, perhaps, privacy was not quite so easily obtained in America as might be desired; still, he continued, you .could generally get it by paying for it; in fact, you could get everything in America nowadays by paying for it. American life was certainly growing a great deal more private; it was growing very much like England. Everything at Newport, for instance, was thoroughly private; Lord Lambeth would probably be struck with that. It was also represented to the strangers that it mattered very little whether their hotel was agreeable, as everyone would want them to make visits; they would stay with other people, and, in any case, they would be a great deal at Mrs. Westgate's. They would find that very charming; it was the pleasantest house in Newport. It was a pity Mr. Westgate was always away; he was a man of the highest ability-very acute, very acute. He worked like a horse and he left his wife-well, to do about as she liked. He liked her to enjoy herself, and she seemed to know how. She was extremely brilliant, and a splendid talker. Some people preferred her sister; but Miss Alden was very different; she was in a different style altogether. Some people even thought her prettier, and, certainly, she was not so sharp. She was more in the Boston style; she had lived a great deal in Boston and she was very highly educated. Boston girls, it was propounded, were more like English young ladies. Lord Lambeth had presently a chance to test the truth of this proposition; for on the company rising in compliance with a suggestion from their hostess that they should walk down to the rocks and look at the sea, the young Englishman again found himself, as they strolled across the grass, in proximity to Mrs. Westgate's sister. Though she was but a girl of twenty, she appeared to feel the obligation to exert an active hospitality; and this was perhaps the more to be noticed as she seemed by nature a reserved and retiring person, and had little of her sister's fraternising quality. She was perhaps rather too thin, and she was a little pale; but as she moved slowly over the grass, with her arms hanging at her sides, looking gravely for a moment at the sea and then brightly, for all her gravity, at him, Lord Lambeth thought her at least as pretty as Mrs. Westgate and reflected that if this was the Boston style the Boston style was very charming. He thought she looked very clever; he could imagine that she was highly educated; but at the same time she seemed gentle and graceful. For all her cleverness, however, he felt that she had to think a little what to say; she didn't say the first thing that came into her head; he had come from a different part of the world and from a different society, and she was trying to adapt her conversation. The others were scattering themselves near the rocks; Mrs. Westgate had charge of Percy Beaumont. "Very jolly place, isn't it?" said Lord Lambeth. "It's a very jolly place to sit." "Very charming," said the young girl; "I often sit here; there are all kinds of cosy corners-as if they had been made on purpose." "Ah! I suppose you have had some of them made," said the young man. Miss Alden looked at him a moment. made. It's pure nature." "Oh no, we have had nothing "I should think you would have a few little benches-rustic seats and that sort of thing. It might be so jolly to sit here, you know," Lord Lambeth went on. "I am afraid we haven't so many of those things as you," said the young girl, thoughtfully. "I daresay you go in for pure nature, as you were saying. Nature, over here, must be so grand, you know." And Lord Lambeth looked about him. The little coast-line hereabouts was very pretty, but it was not at all grand; and Miss Alden appeared to rise to a perception of this fact. 'I am afraid it seems to you very rough," she said. "It's not like the coast scenery in Kingsley's novels." 66 joined. Ah, the novels always overdo it, you know," Lord Lambeth re"You must not go by the novels." They were wandering about a little on the rocks, and they stopped and looked down into a narrow chasm where the rising tide made a curious bellowing sound. It was loud enough to prevent their hearing each other, and they stood there for some moments in silence. The young girl looked at her companion, observing him attentively, bu covertly, as women, even when very young, know how to do. Lord Lambeth repaid observation; tall, straight, and strong, he was handsome as certain young Englishmen, and certain young Englishmen almost alone, are handsome; with a perfect finish of feature and a look of intellectual repose and gentle good temper which seemed somehow to be consequent upon his well-cut nose and chin. And to speak of Lord Lambeth's expression of intellectual repose is not simply a civil way of saying that he looked stupid. He was evidently not a young man of an irritable imagination; he was not, as he would himself have said, tremendously clever; but, though there was a kind of appealing dulness in his eye, he looked thoroughly reasonable and competent, and his appearance proclaimed that to be a nobleman, an athlete, and an excellent fellow, was a sufficiently brilliant combination of qualities. The young girl beside him, it may be attested without further delay, thought him the handsomest young man she had ever seen; and Bessie Alden's imagination, unlike that of her companion, was irritable. He, however, was also making up his mind that she was uncommonly pretty. "I daresay it's very gay here-that you have lots of balls and parties," he said; for, if he was not tremendously clever, he rather prided himself on having, with women, a sufficiency of conversation. "Oh yes, there is a great deal going on," Bessie Alden replied. "There are not so many balls, but there are a good many other things, You will see for yourself; we live rather in the midst of it." "It's kind of very were always dancing." to say you that. But I thought you Americans "I suppose we dance a good deal; but I have never seen much of it. We don't do it much, at any rate, in summer. And I am sure," said Bessie Alden," that we don't have so many balls as you have in England." "Really!" exclaimed Lord Lambeth. "Ah, in England it all depends, you know." "You will not think much of our gaieties," said the young girl, looking at him with a little mixture of interrogation and decision which was peculiar to her. The interrogation seemed earnest and the decision seemed arch; but the mixture, at any rate, was charming. things, with us, are much less splendid than in England." "Those "I fancy you don't mean that," said Lord Lambeth, laughing. 34. 66 'Certainly, from what I have read about English society, it is very different." "Ah, well, you know," said her companion, "those things are often described by fellows who know nothing about them. You mustn't mind what you read." "When "Oh, I shall mind what I read!" Bessie Alden rejoined. I read Thackeray and George Eliot, how can I help minding them?" "Ah, well, Thackeray-and George Eliot," said the young nobleman; "I haven't read much of them." "Don't you suppose they know about society?" asked Bessie Alden. "Oh, I daresay they know; they were so very clever. But these fashionable novels," said Lord Lambeth, "they are awful rot, you know." His companion looked at him a moment with her dark blue eyes, and then she looked down in the chasm where the water was tumbling about. "Do you mean Mrs. Gore, for instance?" she said presently, raising her eyes. "I am afraid I haven't read that either," was the young man's rejoinder, laughing a little and blushing. "I am afraid you'll think I am not very intellectual." "Reading Mrs. Gore is no proof of intellect. But I like reading everything about English life-even poor books. I am so curious about it." "Aren't ladies always curious?" asked the young man, jestingly, But Bessie Alden appeared to desire to answer his question seriously. "I don't think so-I don't think we are enough so that we care about many things. So it's all the more of a compliment," she added, " that I should want to know so much about England." The logic here seemed a little close; but Lord Lambeth, made conscious of a compliment, found his natural modesty just at hand. “I am sure you know a great deal more than I do." "I really think I know a great deal-for a person who has never been there." "Have you really never been there?" cried Lord Lambeth. "Fancy!" "Never-except in imagination," said the young girl. "Fancy!" repeated her companion. "But I daresay you'll go soon, won't you?" "It's the dream of my life!" declared Bessie Alden, smiling. "But your sister seems to know a tremendous lot about London," Lord Lambeth went on. "My sister and I are two very "She has been a great deal in several times. She has known a The young girl was silent a moment. different persons," she presently said. Europe. She has been in England great many English people." "But you must have known some, too," said Lord Lambeth. "I don't think that I have ever spoken to one before. You are the first Englishman that to my knowledge-I have ever talked with." |