much upon the young ladies," the Duchess explained.
"But surely in England," said Mrs. Westgate, "the young ladies don't call upon the young men?"
"Some of them do—almost!" Lady Pimlico declared. "When the young men are a great parti."
"Bessie, you must make a note of that," said Mrs. Westgate. "My sister," she added, "is a model traveller. She writes down all the curious facts she hears in a little book she keeps for the purpose."
The Duchess was a little flushed; she looked all about the room, while her daughter turned to Bessie. "My brother told us you were wonderfully clever," said Lady Pimlico.
"He should have said my sister," Bessie answered—"when she says such things as that."
"Shall you be long at Branches?" the Duchess asked, abruptly, of the young girl.
"Lord Lambeth has asked us for three days," said Bessie.
"I shall go," the Duchess declared, "and my daughter too."
"That will be charming!" Bessie rejoined.
"Delightful!" murmured Mrs. Westgate.
"I shall expect to see a great deal of you," the Duchess continued. "When I go to Branches I monopolize my son's guests."
