"We really seem to be going out to sea," Percy Beaumont observed. "Upon my word, we are going back to England. He has shipped us off again. I call that 'real mean.'"
"I suppose it's all right," said Lord Lambeth. "I want to see those pretty girls at Newport. You know he told us the place was an island; and aren't all islands in the sea?"
"Well," resumed the elder traveller after a while, "if his house is as good as his cigars, we shall do very well."
"He seems a very good fellow," said Lord Lambeth, as if this idea had just occurred to him.
"I say, we had better remain at the inn," rejoined his companion, presently. "I don't think I like the way he spoke of his house. I don't like stopping in the house with such a tremendous lot of women."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Lord Lambeth. And then they smoked a while in silence. "Fancy his thinking we do no work in England!" the young man resumed.
"I dare say he didn't really think so," said Percy Beaumont.
"Well, I guess they don't know much about England over here!" declared Lord Lambeth, humorously. And then there was another long
