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           “Isay,Woodley,”hecried,“here’sMissAldenwantstogototheRoshervilleGardens!”WillieWoodleylookedalittleblank;hewascaughtinthefactofignoranceofanapparentlyconspicuousfeatureofLondonlife.Butinamomentheturneditoff.“Verywell,”hesaid,“I’llwriteforapermit.”LordLambeth’sexhilarationincreased.“Gad,IbelieveyouAmericanswouldgoanywhere!”hecried.“WewishtogotoParliament,”saidBessie.“That’soneofthefirstthings.”“Oh,itwouldboreyoutodeath!”criedtheyoungman.“Wewishtohearyouspeak.”“Ineverspeak—excepttoyoungladies,”saidLordLambeth,smiling.BessieAldenlookedathimawhile,smiling,too,intheshadowofherparasol.“Youareverystrange,”shemurmured.“Idon’tthinkIapproveofyou.”“Ah,now,don’tbesevere,MissAlden,”saidLordLambeth,smilingstillmore.“Pleasedon’tbesevere.Iwantyoutolikeme—awfully.”“Tolikeyouawfully?Youmustnotlaughatme,then,whenImakemistakes.Iconsideritmyright—asafreebornAmerican—tomakeasmanymistakesasIchoose.”“Uponmyword,Ididn’tlaughatyou,”saidLordLambeth.“Andnotonlythat,”Bessiewenton;“butIholdthatallmymistakesshallbesetdowntomycredit.Youmustthinkthebetterofmeforthem.”“Ican’tthinkbetterofyouthanIdo,”theyoungmandeclared.BessieAldenlookedathimamomentagain.“Youcertainlyspeakverywelltoyoungladies.