The girl was prompt and clear. “Very much indeed.”
“Do you like this hotel?”
“It’s very comfortable.”
“Do you like stopping at hotels?” Lady Pimlico asked after a pause.
“I’m very fond of travelling, and I suppose hotels are a necessary part of it. But they’re not the part I’m fondest of,” Bessie without difficulty admitted.
“Oh I hate travelling!” said Lord Lambeth’s sister, who transferred her attention to Mrs. Westgate.
“My son tells me you’re going to Branches,” the Duchess presently resumed.
“Lord Lambeth has been so good as to ask us,” said Mrs. Westgate, who felt herself now under the eyes of both visitors and who had her customary happy consciousness of a distinguished appearance. The only mitigation of her felicity on this point was that, having taken in every item of that of the Duchess, she said to herself: “She won’t know how well I’m dressed!”
“He has been so good as to tell me he expects me, but I’m not quite sure of what I can do,” the noble lady exhaled.
“He had offered us the p—the prospect of meeting you,” Mrs. Westgate further contributed.