"Yes; I dare say," said Silverbridge, turning away into the path where he saw Miss Boncassen standing with some other ladies. It certainly did not occur to him that Popplecourt was to be brought forward as a suitor for his sister's hand.
"I believe this is the most lovely place in the world," Miss Boncassen said to him.
"We are so much the more obliged to you for bringing us here."
"We don't bring you. You allow us to come with you and see all that is pretty and lovely."
"Is it not your party?"
"Father will pay the bill, I suppose,—as far as that goes. And mother's name was put on the cards. But of course we know what that means. It is because you and a few others like you have been so kind to us, that we are able to be here at all."
"Everybody, I should think, must be kind to you."
"I do have a good time pretty much; but nowhere so good as here. I fear that when I get back I shall not like New York."
"I have heard you say, Miss Boncassen, that Americans were more likeable than the English."
"Have you? Well, yes; I think I have said so. And I think it is so. I'd sooner have to dance with a bank clerk in New York, than with a bank clerk here."