was obviously the memory of this promise that made him say to his companion a couple of days later that he rather wondered he should be so fond of that girl.
"In the first place, how do you know how fond I am of her?" asked Lord Lambeth. "And, in the second place, why shouldn't I be fond of her?"
"I shouldn't think she would be in your line."
"What do you call my 'line?' You don't set her down as 'fast?'"
"Exactly so. Mrs. Westgate tells me that there is no such thing as the 'fast girl' in America; that it's an English invention, and that the term has no meaning here."
"All the better. It's an animal I detest."
"You prefer a blue-stocking."
"Is that what you call Miss Alden?"
"Her sister tells me," said Percy Beaumont, "that she is tremendously literary."
"I don't know any thing about that. She is certainly very clever."
"Well," said Beaumont, "I should have supposed you would have found that sort of thing awfully slow."
"In point of fact," Lord Lambeth rejoined, "I find it uncommonly lively."
After this, Percy Beaumont held his tongue; but on the 10th of August he wrote to the Duch-
