Row and beckoned to him. He went forward, and the crowd of pedestrians closed about him, so that for some ten minutes he was hidden from sight. At last he re-appeared, bringing a gentleman with him—a gentleman whom Bessie at first supposed to be his friend dismounted. But at a secondglance she found herself looking at Lord Lambeth, who was shaking hands with her sister.
"I found him over there," said Willie Woodley, "and I told him you were here."
And then Lord Lambeth, touching his hat a little, shook hands with Bessie. "Fancy your being here!" he said. He was blushing and smiling; he looked very handsome, and he had a kind of splendor that he had not had in America. Bessie Alden's imagination, as we know, was just then in exercise; so that the tall young Englishman, as he stood there looking down at her, had the benefit of it. "He is handsomer and more splendid than any thing I have ever seen," she said to herself. And then she remembered that he was a Marquis, and she thought he looked like a Marquis.
"I say, you know," he cried, "you ought to have let a man know you were here!"
"I wrote to you an hour ago," said Mrs. Westgate.
"Doesn't all the world know it?" asked Bessie, smiling.
