“Neither do I—of some of them. But there are all kinds, and many of them are charming.”
“I have talked with two or three of them,” the young man went on, “and I thought they had a kind of fawning manner.”
“Why should they fawn?” Bessie Alden demanded.
“I’m sure I don’t know. Why, indeed?”
“Perhaps you only thought so,” said Bessie.
“Well, of course,” rejoined her companion, “that’s a kind of thing that can’t be proved.”
“In America they don’t fawn,” said Bessie.
“Ah, well, then, they must be better company.”
Bessie was silent a moment. “That is one of the things I don’t like about England,” she said; “your keeping the distinguished people apart.”
“How do you mean apart?”