'When are you going to show Miss Frere and me London?' asked Mrs. Dallas. She was as willing to lead off from the other subject as Betty herself.
'Show you London, mamma! Show you a bit of it, you mean. It would take something like a lifetime to show you London. What bit will you begin with?'
'What first, Betty?' said Mrs. Dallas.
Betty turned and slowly came back to the others.
'Take her to see the lions in the Tower,' suggested Mr. Dallas; 'and the wax-work.'
'Do you think I have never seen a lion, Mr. Dallas?' said the young lady.
'Well,—small ones,' said the gentleman, stroking his chin. 'But the
Tower is a big lion itself. I believe I should like to go to the
Tower. I have never been there yet, old as I am.'
'I do not want to go to the Tower,' said Mrs. Dallas. 'I do not care for that kind of thing. I should like to see the Temple, and Pitt's chambers.'
'So should I,' said the younger lady.
'You might do worse,' said Pitt. 'Then to-morrow we will go to the
Temple, and to St. Paul's.'