“You seem to be awfully fond of that sort of people,” he said one day as if the idea had just occurred to him.
“They’re the people in England I’m most curious to see,” she promptly replied.
“I suppose that’s because you’ve read so much,” Lord Lambeth gallantly threw off.
“I’ve not read so much. It’s because we think so much of them at home.”
“Oh I see! In your so awfully clever Boston.”
“Not only in our awfully clever Boston, but in our just commonly clever everywhere. We hold them in great honour,” said Bessie. “It’s they who go to the best dinner-parties.”
“I daresay you’re right. I can’t say I know many of them.”
“It’s a pity you don’t,” she returned. “It would do you some good.”
“I daresay it would,” said the young man very humbly. “But I must say I don’t like the looks of some of them.”
“Neither do I—of some of them. But there are all kinds, and many of them are charming.”