It found Willie Woodley at least ready. “You should have gone to Hurlingham.”
“No, let Lord Lambeth tell us,” Mrs. Westgate insisted.
“There are plenty of places to go to,” he said—“each one stupider than the other. I mean people’s houses. They send you cards.”
“No one has sent us a scrap of a card,” Bessie laughed.
Mrs. Westgate attenuated. “We’re very quiet. We’re here as travellers.”
“We’ve been to Madame Tussaud’s,” Bessie further mentioned.
“Oh I say!” cried Lord Lambeth.
“We thought we should find your image there,” said Mrs. Westgate—“yours and Mr. Beaumont’s.”
“In the Chamber of Horrors?” laughed the young man.
“It did duty very well for a party,” said Mrs. Westgate. “All the women were décolletées, and many of the figures looked as if they could almost speak.”