"Oh, do they? I daresay they like it," said her interlocutor.

"I don't like it. One never sees them."

"Don't you, really?" asked Lord Lambeth. "I shouldn't have fancied that."

"Have you come to study American manners?" asked the young girl.

"Oh, I don't know. I just came over for a lark. I haven't got long."
Here there was a pause, and Lord Lambeth began again. "But Mr. Westgate
will come down here, will not he?"

"I certainly hope he will. He must help to entertain you and Mr. Beaumont."

Lord Lambeth looked at her a little with his handsome brown eyes.
"Do you suppose he would have come down with us if we had urged him?"

Mr. Westgate's sister-in-law was silent a moment, and then,
"I daresay he would," she answered.

"Really!" said the young Englishman. "He was immensely civil
to Beaumont and me," he added.

"He is a dear good fellow," the young lady rejoined,
"and he is a perfect husband. But all Americans are that,"
she continued, smiling.

"Really!" Lord Lambeth exclaimed again and wondered whether all American
ladies had such a passion for generalizing as these two.