"Don't you mean to write to—to any one?" said Bessie.
"I wrote this morning to Captain Littledale," Mrs. Westgate replied.
"But Mr. Woodley said that Captain Littledale had gone to India."
"He said he thought he had heard so; he knew nothing about it."
For a moment Bessie Alden said nothing more; then, at last, "And don't you intend to write to—to Mr. Beaumont?" she inquired.
"You mean to Lord Lambeth," said her sister.
"I said Mr. Beaumont, because he was so good a friend of yours."
Mrs. Westgate looked at the young girl with sisterly candor. "I don't care two straws for Mr. Beaumont."
"You were certainly very nice to him."
"I am nice to every one," said Mrs. Westgate, simply.
"To every one but me," rejoined Bessie, smiling.
Her sister continued to look at her; then, at last, "Are you in love with Lord Lambeth?" she asked.
The young girl stared a moment, and the question was apparently too humorous even to make her blush. "Not that I know of," she answered,
