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           "TheysaythatwhengoodAmericansdietheygotoParis,"chuckledSirThomas,whohadalargewardrobeofHumour’scast-offclothes. 

           "Really!AndwheredobadAmericansgotowhentheydie?"inquiredtheDuchess. 

           "TheygotoAmerica,"murmuredLordHenry. 

           SirThomasfrowned."Iamafraidthatyournephewisprejudicedagainstthatgreatcountry,"hesaidtoLadyAgatha. "Ihavetravelledalloverit,incarsprovidedbythedirectors,who,insuchmatters,areextremelycivil. Iassureyouthatitisaneducationtovisitit." 

           "ButmustwereallyseeChicagoinordertobeeducated?"askedMr.Erskine,plaintively. "Idon’tfeeluptothejourney." 

           SirThomaswavedhishand. "Mr.ErskineofTreadleyhastheworldonhisshelves. Wepracticalmenliketoseethings,nottoreadaboutthem. TheAmericansareanextremelyinterestingpeople. Theyareabsolutelyreasonable.Ithinkthatistheirdistinguishingcharacteristic. Yes,Mr.Erskine,anabsolutelyreasonablepeople.IassureyouthereisnononsenseabouttheAmericans." 

           "Howdreadful!"criedLordHenry."Icanstandbruteforce,butbrutereasonisquiteunbearable. Thereissomethingunfairaboutitsuse.Itishittingbelowtheintellect." 

           "Idonotunderstandyou,"saidSirThomas,growingratherred. 

           "Ido,LordHenry,"murmuredMr.Erskine,withasmile. 

           "Paradoxesareallverywellintheirway...."rejoinedtheBaronet.