Mr. Westgate stared and laughed. "Oh, no, of course you don't
like the gnats. We shall expect you to like a good many things
over here, but we shan't insist upon your liking the gnats;
though certainly you'll admit that, as gnats, they are fine, eh?
But you oughtn't to remain in the city."

"So we think," said Lord Lambeth. "If you would kindly suggest something--"

"Suggest something, my dear sir?" and Mr. Westgate looked at him,
narrowing his eyelids. "Open your mouth and shut your eyes!
Leave it to me, and I'll put you through. It's a matter of national
pride with me that all Englishmen should have a good time;
and as I have had considerable practice, I have learned to minister
to their wants. I find they generally want the right thing.
So just please to consider yourselves my property; and if anyone
should try to appropriate you, please to say, 'Hands off;
too late for the market.' But let's see," continued the American,
in his slow, humorous voice, with a distinctness of utterance
which appeared to his visitors to be part of a humorous intention--
a strangely leisurely, speculative voice for a man evidently
so busy and, as they felt, so professional--"let's see;
are you going to make something of a stay, Lord Lambeth?"

"Oh, dear, no," said the young Englishman; "my cousin was coming
over on some business, so I just came across, at an hour's notice,
for the lark."

"Is it your first visit to the United States?"