for an aristocrat Jackson Lemon's wife was aristocratic.
Lady Agatha and her visitor came back from the library in course of time, and Jackson Lemon felt it his duty to be rather cold to Herman Longstraw. It was not clear to him what sort of a husband his sister-in-law would do well to look for in America,—if there were to be any question of husbands; but as to this he was not bound to be definite, provided he should rule out Mr. Longstraw. This gentleman, however, was not given to perceive shades of manner; he had little observation, but very great confidence.
"I think you had better come home with me," Jackson said to Lady Agatha; "I guess you have stayed here long enough."
"Don't let him say that, Mrs. Lemon!" the girl cried. "I like being with you so very much."
"I try to make it pleasant," said Mrs. Lemon. "I should really miss you now; but perhaps it 's your mother's wish." If it was a question of defending her guest from ineligible suitors, Mrs. Lemon felt, of course, that her son was more competent than she; though she had a lurking kindness for Herman Longstraw, and a vague idea that he was a gallant, genial specimen of young America.
"Oh, mamma would n't see any difference!" Lady Agatha exclaimed, looking at Jackson with pleading blue eyes. "Mamma wants me to see every one; you know she does. That's what she sent me to
