"I suppose it's all right," said Lord Lambeth. "I want to see those
pretty girls at Newport. You know, he told us the place was an island;
and aren't all islands in the sea?"

"Well," resumed the elder traveler after a while, "if his house
is as good as his cigars, we shall do very well."

"He seems a very good fellow," said Lord Lambeth, as if this idea
had just occurred to him.

"I say, we had better remain at the inn," rejoined his companion presently.
"I don't think I like the way he spoke of his house. I don't like stopping
in the house with such a tremendous lot of women."

"Oh, I don't mind," said Lord Lambeth. And then they smoked
a while in silence. "Fancy his thinking we do no work in England!"
the young man resumed.

"I daresay he didn't really think so," said Percy Beaumont.

"Well, I guess they don't know much about England over here!"
declared Lord Lambeth humorously. And then there was another long pause.
"He was devilish civil," observed the young nobleman.

"Nothing, certainly, could have been more civil," rejoined his companion.

"Littledale said his wife was great fun," said Lord Lambeth.

"Whose wife--Littledale's?"