“I always feel so sorry for the people that come up to town and go to live in those places,” continued the young man. “They eat nothing but filth.”
“Oh, I say!” cried Willie Woodley.
“Well, how do you like London, Miss Alden?” Lord Lambeth asked, unperturbed by this ejaculation.
“I think it’s grand,” said Bessie Alden.
“My sister likes it, in spite of the ‘filth’!” Mrs. Westgate exclaimed.
“I hope you are going to stay a long time.”
“As long as I can,” said Bessie.
“And where is Mr. Westgate?” asked Lord Lambeth of this gentleman’s wife.
“He’s where he always is—in that tiresome New York.”
“He must be tremendously clever,” said the young man.