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           “Well,howdoyoulikeLondon,MissAlden?”LordLambethasked,unperturbedbythisejaculation.“Ithinkit’sgrand,”saidBessieAlden.“Mysisterlikesit,inspiteofthe‘filth’!”Mrs.Westgateexclaimed.“Ihopeyouaregoingtostayalongtime.”“AslongasIcan,”saidBessie.“AndwhereisMr.Westgate?”askedLordLambethofthisgentleman’swife.“He’swherehealwaysis—inthattiresomeNewYork.”“Hemustbetremendouslyclever,”saidtheyoungman.“Isupposeheis,”saidMrs.Westgate.LordLambethsatfornearlyanhourwithhisAmericanfriends;butitisnotourpurposetorelatetheirconversationinfull.HeaddressedagreatmanyremarkstoBessieAlden,andfinallyturnedtowardheraltogether,whileWillieWoodleyentertainedMrs.Westgate.Bessieherselfsaidverylittle;shewasonherguard,thinkingofwhathersisterhadsaidtoheratlunch.Littlebylittle,however,sheinterestedherselfinLordLambethagain,asshehaddoneatNewport;onlyitseemedtoherthatherehemightbecomemoreinteresting.Hewouldbeanunconsciouspartoftheantiquity,theimpressiveness,thepicturesqueness,ofEngland;andpoorBessieAlden,likemanyaYankeemaiden,wasterriblyatthemercyofpicturesqueness.“IhaveoftenwishedIwereatNewportagain,”saidtheyoungman.“ThosedaysIspentatyoursister’swereawfullyjolly.”“Weenjoyedthemverymuch;Ihopeyourfatherisbetter.”“Oh,dear,yes.WhenIgottoEngland,hewasoutgrouseshooting.ItwaswhatyoucallinAmericaagiganticfraud.Mymotherhadgotnervous.