“Why, letting them come only to certain places. You never see them.”
Lord Lambeth looked at her a moment. “What people do you mean?”
“The eminent people—the authors and artists—the clever people.”
“Oh, there are other eminent people besides those,” said Lord Lambeth.
“Well, you certainly keep them apart,” repeated the young girl.
“And there are other clever people,” added Lord Lambeth simply.
Bessie Alden looked at him, and she gave a light laugh. “Not many,” she said.
On another occasion—just after a dinner party—she told him that there was something else in England she did not like.
“Oh, I say!” he cried, “haven’t you abused us enough?”
“I have never abused you at all,” said Bessie; “but I don’t like your precedence.”