"Because if you are," Mrs. Westgate went on, "I shall certainly not send for him."
"That proves what I said," declared Bessie, smiling—"that you are not nice to me."
"It would be a poor service, my dear child," said her sister.
"In what sense? There is nothing against Lord Lambeth that I know of."
Mrs. Westgate was silent a moment. "You are in love with him then?"
Bessie stared again; but this time she blushed a little. "Ah! if you won't be serious," she answered, "we will not mention him again."
For some moments Lord Lambeth was not mentioned again, and it was Mrs. Westgate who, at the end of this period, reverted to him. "Of course I will let him know we are here, because I think he would be hurt—justly enough—if we should go away without seeing him. It is fair to give him a chance to come and thank me for the kindness we showed him. But I don't want to seem eager."
"Neither do I," said Bessie, with a little laugh.
"Though I confess," added her sister, "that I am curious to see how he will behave."
"He behaved very well at Newport."
"Newport is not London. At Newport he could
