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           ”“WehavebeentoMadameTussaud’s,”Bessiepursued.“Oh,Isay!”criedLordLambeth.“Wethoughtweshouldfindyourimagethere,”saidMrs.Westgate—“yoursandMr.Beaumont’s.”“IntheChamberofHorrors?”laughedtheyoungman.“Itdiddutyverywellforaparty,”saidMrs.Westgate.“Allthewomenweredecolletes,andmanyofthefigureslookedasiftheycouldspeakiftheytried.”“Uponmyword,”LordLambethrejoined,“youseepeopleatLondonpartiesthatlookasiftheycouldn’tspeakiftheytried.”“DoyouthinkMr.WoodleycouldfindusMr.Beaumont?”askedMrs.Westgate.LordLambethstaredandlookedroundhim.“Idaresayhecould.Beaumontoftencomeshere.Don’tyouthinkyoucouldfindhim,Woodley?Makeadiveintothecrowd.”“Thankyou;Ihavehadenoughdiving,”saidWillieWoodley.“IwillwaittillMr.Beaumontcomestothesurface.”“Iwillbringhimtoseeyou,”saidLordLambeth;“whereareyoustaying?”“Youwillfindtheaddressinmyletter—Jones’sHotel.”“Oh,oneofthoseplacesjustoutofPiccadilly?Beastlyhole,isn’tit?”LordLambethinquired.“Ibelieveit’sthebesthotelinLondon,”saidMrs.Westgate.“Buttheygiveyouawfulrubbishtoeat,don’tthey?”hislordshipwenton.“Yes,”saidMrs.Westgate.“Ialwaysfeelsosorryforthepeoplethatcomeuptotownandgotoliveinthoseplaces,”continuedtheyoungman.“Theyeatnothingbutfilth.”“Oh,Isay!”criedWillieWoodley.