“I’ve talked with two or three of them,” Lord Lambeth went on, “and I thought they had a kind of fawning manner.”
“Why should they fawn?” Bessie demanded.
“I’m sure I don’t know. Why indeed?”
“Perhaps you only thought so,” she suggested.
“Well, of course,” her companion allowed, “that’s a kind of thing that can’t be proved.”
“In America they don’t fawn,” she went on.
“Don’t they? Ah, well, then they must be better company.”
She had a pause. “That’s one of the few things I don’t like about England—your keeping the distinguished people apart.”
“How do you mean, apart?”
“Why, letting them come only to certain places. You never see them.”