Lord Lambeth looked at her a moment. "Shall I tell you something?" he asked. "A young man in my position, as you call it—"
"I didn't invent the term," interposed Bessie Alden. "I have seen it in a great many books."
"Hang it! you are always at your books. A fellow in my position, then, does very well what ever he does. That's about what I mean to say."
"Well, if your own people are content with you," said Bessie Alden, laughing, "it is not for me to complain. But I shall always think that, properly, you should have been a great mind—a great character."
"Ah, that's very theoretic," Lord Lambeth declared. "Depend upon it, that's a Yankee prejudice."
"Happy the country," said Bessie Alden, "where even people's prejudices are so elevated!"
"Well, after all," observed Lord Lambeth, "I don't know that I am such a fool as you are trying to make me out."
"I said nothing so rude as that; but I must repeat that you are disappointing."
"My dear Miss Alden," exclaimed the young man, "I am the best fellow in the world!"
"Ah, if it were not for that!" said Bessie Alden, with a smile.
Mrs. Westgate had a good many more friends
