turned away. "My dear Bessie, you are superb!" she said.
"One thing is certain," the young girl continued. "If I believed I were a cause of annoyance—however unwitting—to Lord Lambeth's family, I should insist—"
"Insist upon my leaving England," said Mrs. Westgate.
"No, not that. I want to go to the National Gallery again; I want to see Stratford-on-Avon and Canterbury Cathedral. But I should insist upon his coming to see us no more."
"That would be very modest and very pretty of you; but you wouldn't do it now."
"Why do you say 'now?'" asked Bessie Alden. "Have I ceased to be modest?"
"You care for him too much. A month ago, when you said you didn't, I believe it was quite true. But at present, my dear child," said Mrs. Westgate, "you wouldn't find it quite so simple a matter never to see Lord Lambeth again. I have seen it coming on."
"You are mistaken," said Bessie. "You don't understand."
"My dear child, don't be perverse," rejoined her sister.
"I know him better, certainly, if you mean that," said Bessie. "And I like him very much.
