"What could one tell you?—you know everything," Jackson Lemon interposed.
"Ah, no; there are some things that are great mysteries for me," the lady returned. "I hope you are coming to me on the 17th," she added, to Lady Barb.
"On the 17th? I think we are going somewhere."
"Do go to Mrs. Vanderdecken's," said Mrs. Chew; "you 'll see the cream of the cream."
"Oh, gracious!" Mrs. Vanderdecken exclaimed.
"Well, I don't care; she will, won't she, Dr. Feeder?—the very pick of American society." Mrs. Chew stuck to her point.
"Well, I have no doubt Lady Barb will have a good time," said Sidney Feeder. "I'm afraid you miss the bran," he went on, with irrelevant jocosity, to Lady Barb. He always tried the jocose, when other elements had failed.
"The bran?" asked Lady Barb, staring.
"Where you used to ride in the Park."
"My dear fellow, you speak as if it were the circus," Jackson Lemon said, smiling; "I have n't married a mountebank!"
"Well, they put some stuff on the road," Sidney Feeder explained, not holding much to his joke.
"You must miss a great many things," said Mrs. Chew, tenderly.
"I don't see what," Mrs. Vanderdecken remarked, "except the fogs and the Queen. New York is getting more and more like London. It 's a pity; you ought to have known us thirty years ago."
