"And you have been here before, Sir?"
"Never—never."
"I thought, from your referring to business—" said Mr. Westgate.
"Oh, you see I'm by way of being a barrister," Percy Beaumont answered. "I know some people that think of bringing a suit against one of your railways, and they asked me to come over and take measures accordingly."
Mr. Westgate gave one of his slow, keen looks again. "What's your railroad?" he asked.
"The Tennessee Central."
The American tilted back his chair a little, and poised it an instant. "Well, I'm sorry you want to attack one of our institutions," he said, smiling. "But I guess you had better enjoy yourself first!"
"I'm certainly rather afraid I can't work in this weather," the young barrister confessed.
"Leave that to the natives," said Mr. Westgate. "Leave the Tennessee Central to me, Mr. Beaumont. Some day we'll talk it over, and I guess I can make it square. But I didn't know you Englishmen ever did any work, in the upper classes."
"Oh, we do a lot of work; don't we, Lambeth?" asked Percy Beaumont.
"I must certainly be at home by the 19th of
