a day or two ago, 'It's time for the water-melons and the Englishmen.'"
"The Englishmen and the water-melons just now are about the same thing," Percy Beaumont observed, wiping his dripping forehead.
"Ah, well, we'll put you on ice, as we do the melons. You must go down to Newport."
"We'll go any where," said Lord Lambeth.
"Yes, you want to go to Newport; that's what you want to do," Mr. Westgate affirmed. "But let's see—when did you get here?"
"Only yesterday," said Percy Beaumont.
"Ah, yes, by the Russia. Where are you staying?"
"At the 'Hanover', I think they call it."
"Pretty comfortable?" inquired Mr. Westgate.
"It seems a capital place, but I can't say we like the gnats," said Lord Lambeth.
Mr. Westgate stared and laughed. "Oh no, of course you don't like the gnats. We shall expect you to like a good many things over here, but we sha'n't insist upon your liking the gnats; though certainly you'll admit that, as gnats, they are fine, eh? But you oughtn't to remain in the city."
"So we think," said Lord Lambeth. "If you would kindly suggest something—"
