The next day was given to the Tower. Mrs. Dallas did not go; her husband was of the party instead. The inspection of the place was thorough, and occupied some hours; Pitt, being able, through an old friend of Mr. Strahan's who was now also his friend, to obtain an order from the Constable for seeing the whole. At dinner Betty delivered herself of her opinion.
'Were you busy all day with nothing but the Tower? asked Mrs. Dallas.
'Stopped for luncheon,' said her husband.
'And we did our work thoroughly, mamma,' added Pitt. 'You must take time, if you want to see anything.'
'Well,' said Betty, 'I must say, if this is what it means, to live in an old country, I am thankful I live in a new one.'
'What now?' asked Mr. Dallas. 'What's the matter?'
'Mrs. Dallas was wiser, that she did not go,' Betty went on. '"I have supped fall of horrors." Really I have read history, but that gives it to one diluted. I had no notion that the English people were so savage.'
'Come, come! no worse than other people,' Mr. Dallas put in.
'I do not know how it is with other people. I am thankful we have no such monument in America. I shouldn't think snow would lie on the Tower!'
'Doesn't often,' said Pitt.