Such was the social appellation of a young American who had sailed
from New York a few days after their own departure, and who,
having the privilege of intimacy with them in that city, had lost
no time, on his arrival in London, in coming to pay them his respects.
He had, in fact, gone to see them directly after going to see his tailor,
than which there can be no greater exhibition of promptitude on the part
of a young American who has just alighted at the Charing Cross Hotel.
He was a slim, pale youth, of the most amiable disposition,
famous for the skill with which he led the "German" in New York.
Indeed, by the young ladies who habitually figured in this Terpsichorean
revel he was believed to be "the best dancer in the world";
it was in these terms that he was always spoken of, and that his
identity was indicated. He was the gentlest, softest young
man it was possible to meet; he was beautifully dressed--"in
the English style"--and he knew an immense deal about London.
He had been at Newport during the previous summer, at the time of our
young Englishmen's visit, and he took extreme pleasure in the society
of Bessie Alden, whom he always addressed as "Miss Bessie."
She immediately arranged with him, in the presence of her sister,
that he should conduct her to the scene of Anne Boleyn's execution.

"You may do as you please," said Mrs. Westgate.
"Only--if you desire the information--it is not the custom
here for young ladies to knock about London with young men."

"Miss Bessie has waltzed with me so often," observed Willie Woodley;
"she can surely go out with me in a hansom."

"I consider waltzing," said Mrs. Westgate, "the most innocent pleasure
of our time."