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           ”“Well,”saidBessieAlden,“thatyouwouldbemorewhatIshouldliketobe—whatIshouldtrytobe—inyourplace.”“Ah,myplace!”exclaimedLordLambeth.“Youarealwaystalkingaboutmyplace!”Theyounggirllookedathim;hethoughtshecoloredalittle;andforamomentshemadenorejoinder.“DoesitstrikeyouthatIamalwaystalkingaboutyourplace?”sheasked.“Iamsureyoudoitagreathonor,”hesaid,fearinghehadbeenuncivil.“Ihaveoftenthoughtaboutit,”shewentonafteramoment.“Ihaveoftenthoughtaboutyourbeingahereditarylegislator.Ahereditarylegislatoroughttoknowagreatmanythings.”“Notifhedoesn’tlegislate.”“Butyoudolegislate;it’sabsurdyoursayingyoudon’t.Youareverymuchlookeduptohere—Iamassuredofthat.”“Idon’tknowthatIevernoticedit.”“Itisbecauseyouareusedtoit,then.Yououghttofilltheplace.”“Howdoyoumeantofillit?”askedLordLambeth.“Yououghttobeverycleverandbrilliant,andtoknowalmosteverything.”LordLambethlookedatheramoment.“ShallItellyousomething?”heasked.“Ayoungmaninmyposition,asyoucallit—”“Ididn’tinventtheterm,”interposedBessieAlden.“Ihaveseenitinagreatmanybooks.”“Hangit!youarealwaysatyourbooks.Afellowinmyposition,then,doesverywellwhateverhedoes.That’saboutwhatImeantosay.”“Well,ifyourownpeoplearecontentwithyou,”saidBessieAlden,laughing,“itisnotformetocomplain.