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           ”“Ithought,fromyourreferringtobusiness—”saidMr.Westgate.“Oh,youseeI’mbywayofbeingabarrister,”PercyBeaumontanswered.“Iknowsomepeoplethatthinkofbringingasuitagainstoneofyourrailways,andtheyaskedmetocomeoverandtakemeasuresaccordingly.”“What’syourrailroad?”heasked.“TheTennesseeCentral.”TheAmericantiltedbackhischairalittleandpoiseditaninstant.“Well,I’msorryyouwanttoattackoneofourinstitutions,”hesaid,smiling.“ButIguessyouhadbetterenjoyyourselffirst!”“I’mcertainlyratherafraidIcan’tworkinthisweather,”theyoungbarristerconfessed.“Leavethattothenatives,”saidMr.Westgate.“LeavetheTennesseeCentraltome,Mr.Beaumont.Somedaywe’lltalkitover,andIguessIcanmakeitsquare.ButIdidn’tknowyouEnglishmeneverdidanywork,intheupperclasses.”“Oh,wedoalotofwork;don’twe,Lambeth?”askedPercyBeaumont.“Imustcertainlybeathomebythe19thofSeptember,”saidtheyoungerEnglishman,irrelevantlybutgently.“Fortheshooting,eh?orisitthehunting,orthefishing?”inquiredhisentertainer.“Oh,ImustbeinScotland,”saidLordLambeth,blushingalittle.“Well,then,”rejoinedMr.Westgate,“youhadbetteramuseyourselffirst,also.YoumustgodownandseeMrs.Westgate.”“Weshouldbesohappy,ifyouwouldkindlytellusthetrain,”saidPercyBeaumont.“Itisn’tatrain—it’saboat.”“Oh,Isee.Andwhatisthenameof—a—the—a—town?”“Itisn’tatown,”saidMr.