"I notice that they didn't invite us to sit down and have a bite," he said. "I call that kind of inhospitable."
"It was 'is lordship himself!" exclaimed the guide, scandalized.
"You don't say!" drawled our fellow-countryman. "I guess I owe you another shilling, my friend."
The guide, utterly bewildered, accepted it. The transatlantic point of view towards the nobility was beyond him.
"His lordship could make a nice little income if he set up as a side show," added the Ohioan.
Maude giggled, but I was furious. And no sooner were we outside the gates than I declared I should never again enter a private residence by the back door.
"Why, Hugh, how queer you are sometimes," she said.
"I maybe queer, but I have a sense of fitness," I retorted.
She asserted herself.
"I can't see what difference it makes. They didn't know us. And if they admit people for money—"