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The only mitigation of her felicity on this point was that, having inspected her visitor's own costume, she said to herself, "She won't know how well I am dressed!" "He has asked me to go, but I am not sure I shall be able," murmured the duchess. "He had offered us the p prospect of meeting you," said Mrs. Westgate. "I hate the country at this season," responded the duchess. Mrs.
"You will find the address in my letter Jones's Hotel." "Oh, one of those places just out of Piccadilly? Beastly hole, isn't it?" Lord Lambeth inquired. "I believe it's the best hotel in London," said Mrs. Westgate. "But they give you awful rubbish to eat, don't they?" his lordship went on. "Yes," said Mrs. Westgate.
"A great deal of kindness?" the young girl inquired, smiling. "Is that what you call it? I know you have different expressions." "We certainly don't always understand each other," said Mrs. Westgate, the termination of whose interview with Lady Pimlico allowed her to give her attention to their elder visitor.
"That appears to me a somewhat fantastic theory; but I will leave that and confine myself to asking the grounds on which the chairman bases his confidence; in fact, what it is which is actuating the Board in pressing on us at such a time what I have no hesitation in stigmatising as a rash proposal. In a word, I want light as well as leading in this matter." Mr. Westgate sat down.
Westgate and talked together as they usually talked, with many odd silences, lapses of logic, and incongruities of transition; like people who have grown old together and learned to supply each other's missing phrases; or, more especially, like people thoroughly conscious of a common point of view, so that a style of conversation superficially lacking in finish might suffice for reference to a fund of associations in the light of which everything was all right.
The duchess looked at her a moment, as if she hardly knew how to take this assurance, which, from her Grace's point of view, was either very artless or very audacious. "Well," she said, rising, "I will show you Branches myself." And upon this the two great ladies took their departure. "What did they mean by it?" asked Mrs. Westgate, when they were gone.
"The Englishmen and the watermelons just now are about the same thing," Percy Beaumont observed, wiping his dripping forehead. "Ah, well, we'll put you on ice, as we do the melons. You must go down to Newport." "We'll go anywhere," said Lord Lambeth. "Yes, you want to go to Newport; that's what you want to do," Mr. Westgate affirmed. "But let's see when did you get here?"
Mr. GEORGE W. WESTGATE, of Quincy, Illinois, who has spent several years in the south western slave states, says: "Their time, after full dark until four o'clock in the morning is their own; this fact alone would seem to say they have sufficient rest, but there are other things to be considered; much of their making, mending and washing of clothes, preparing and cooking food, hauling and chopping wood, fixing and preparing tools, and a variety of little nameless jobs must be done between those hours."
Beneath the address, in the left-hand corner of the envelope, were the words, "Introducing Lord Lambeth and Percy Beaumont, Esq." The letter had been given to the two Englishmen by a good friend of theirs in London, who had been in America two years previously, and had singled out Mr. J. L. Westgate from the many friends he had left there as the consignee, as it were, of his compatriots.
"I think he stayed at your house," remarked the Duchess of Bayswater, looking at Bessie Alden. "A very short time," said Mrs. Westgate. "Oh!" said the duchess; and she continued to look at Bessie, who was engaged in conversation with her daughter. "Do you like London?" Lady Pimlico had asked of Bessie, after looking at her a good deal at her face and her hands, her dress and her hair.
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