women will think that they succeeded—that they paralyzed us!"
Bessie Alden turned away; but presently she added, "They were interesting; I should have liked to see them again."
"So should I!" cried Mrs. Westgate, significantly.
"And I should have liked to see the castle," said Bessie. "But now we must leave England," she added.
Her sister looked at her. "You will not wait to go to the National Gallery?"
"Not now."
"Nor to Canterbury Cathedral?"
Bessie reflected a moment. "We can stop there on our way to Paris," she said.
Lord Lambeth did not tell Percy Beaumont that the contingency he was not prepared at all to like had occurred; but Percy Beaumont, on hearing that the two ladies had left London, wondered with some intensity what had happened; wondered, that is, until the Duchess of Bayswater came a little to his assistance. The two ladies went to Paris, and Mrs. Westgate beguiled the journey to that city by repeating several times—"That's what I regret; they will think they petrified us." But Bessie Alden seemed to regret nothing.
THE END.
