it was almost a strict consequence—she used to enumerate to the young man these objects of her admiration.
"You seem to be awfully fond of those sort of people," said Lord Lambeth one day, as if the idea had just occurred to him.
"They are the people in England I am most curious to see," Bessie Alden replied.
"I suppose that's because you have read so much," said Lord Lambeth, gallantly.
"I have not read so much. It is because we think so much of them at home."
"Oh, I see," observed the young nobleman. "In Boston."
"Not only in Boston; every where," said Bessie. "We hold them in great honor; they go to the best dinner parties."
"I dare say you are right. I can't say I know many of them."
"It's a pity you don't," Bessie Alden declared. "It would do you good."
"I dare say it would," said Lord Lambeth, very humbly. "But I must say I don't like the looks of some of them."
"Neither do I—of some of them. But there are all kinds, and many of them are charming."
"I have talked with two or three of them," the
