before) found occasion to check the young noble man's colloquial impulses.
"You had better take care," said Percy Beaumont, "or you will have an offended father or brother pulling out a bowie-knife."
"I assure you it is all right," Lord Lambeth replied. "You know the Americans come to these big hotels to make acquaintances."
"I know nothing about it, and neither do you," said his kinsman, who, like a clever man, had begun to perceive that the observation of American society demanded a re-adjustment of one's standard.
"Hang it, then, let's find out!" cried Lord Lambeth, with some impatience. "You know I don't want to miss any thing."
"We will find out," said Percy Beaumont, very reasonably. "We will go and see Mrs. Westgate, and make all the proper inquiries."
And so the two inquiring Englishmen, who had this lady's address inscribed in her husband's hand upon a card, descended from the veranda of the big hotel and took their way, according to direction, along a large straight road, past a series of fresh-looking villas embosomed in shrubs and flowers, and inclosed in an ingenious variety of wooden palings. The morning was brilliant and cool, the villas were smart and snug, and the walk
