“Oh dear, yes; patriotism’s everything.” He appeared not quite to follow, but was clearly contented. “Now what are you going to do here?”
“On Thursday I’m going to the Tower.”
“The Tower?”
“The Tower of London. Did you never hear of it?”
“Oh yes, I’ve been there,” said Lord Lambeth. “I was taken there by my governess when I was six years old. It’s a rum idea your going there.”
“Do give me a few more rum ideas then. I want to see everything of that sort. I’m going to Hampton Court and to Windsor and to the Dulwich Gallery.”
He seemed greatly amused. “I wonder you don’t go to Rosherville Gardens.”
Bessie yearned. “Are they interesting?”
“Oh wonderful!”
“Are they weirdly old? That’s all I care for,” she said.