"And if she is to meet us at her son's house the obligation was all the greater for her to call upon us."Bessie had not to wait long, and it appeared that Lord Lambeth's mother now accepted Mrs. Westgate's view of her duties. On the morrow, early in the afternoon, two cards were brought to the apartment of the American ladies--one of them bearing the name of the Duchess of Bayswater and the other that of the Countess of Pimlico.
Mrs. Westgate glanced at the clock. "It is not yet four," she said;"they have come early; they wish to see us. We will receive them."And she gave orders that her visitors should be admitted.
A few moments later they were introduced, and there was a solemn exchange of amenities. The duchess was a large lady, with a fine fresh color; the Countess of Pimlico was very pretty and elegant.
The duchess looked about her as she sat down--looked not especially at Mrs. Westgate. "I daresay my son has told you that I have been wanting to come and see you," she observed.
"You are very kind," said Mrs. Westgate, vaguely--her conscience not allowing her to assent to this proposition--and, indeed, not permitting her to enunciate her own with any appreciable emphasis.
"He says you were so kind to him in America," said the duchess.
"We are very glad," Mrs. Westgate replied, "to have been able to make him a little more--a little less--a little more comfortable.""I think he stayed at your house," remarked the Duchess of Bayswater, looking at Bessie Alden.
"A very short time," said Mrs. Westgate.
"Oh!" said the duchess; and she continued to look at Bessie, who was engaged in conversation with her daughter.
"Do you like London?" Lady Pimlico had asked of Bessie, after looking at her a good deal--at her face and her hands, her dress and her hair.
"Very much indeed," said Bessie.
"Do you like this hotel?"
"It is very comfortable," said Bessie.
"Do you like stopping at hotels?" inquired Lady Pimlico after a pause.
"I am very fond of traveling," Bessie answered, "and I suppose hotels are a necessary part of it. But they are not the part I am fondest of.""Oh, I hate traveling," said the Countess of Pimlico and transferred her attention to Mrs. Westgate.
"My son tells me you are going to Branches," the duchess presently resumed.
"Lord Lambeth has been so good as to ask us," said Mrs. Westgate, who perceived that her visitor had now begun to look at her, and who had her customary happy consciousness of a distinguished appearance.
The only mitigation of her felicity on this point was that, having inspected her visitor's own costume, she said to herself, "She won't know how well I am dressed!""He has asked me to go, but I am not sure I shall be able,"murmured the duchess.
"He had offered us the p--prospect of meeting you," said Mrs. Westgate.
"I hate the country at this season," responded the duchess.
Mrs. Westgate gave a little shrug. "I think it is pleasanter than London."But the duchess's eyes were absent again; she was looking very fixedly at Bessie. In a moment she slowly rose, walked to a chair that stood empty at the young girl's right hand, and silently seated herself.
As she was a majestic, voluminous woman, this little transaction had, inevitably, an air of somewhat impressive intention. It diffused a certain awkwardness, which Lady Pimlico, as a sympathetic daughter, perhaps desired to rectify in turning to Mrs. Westgate.
"I daresay you go out a great deal," she observed.
"No, very little. We are strangers, and we didn't come here for society.""I see," said Lady Pimlico. "It's rather nice in town just now.""It's charming," said Mrs. Westgate. "But we only go to see a few people--whom we like."
"Of course one can't like everyone," said Lady Pimlico.
"It depends upon one's society," Mrs. Westgate rejoined.
The Duchess meanwhile had addressed herself to Bessie.
"My son tells me the young ladies in America are so clever.""I am glad they made so good an impression on him," said Bessie, smiling.
The Duchess was not smiling; her large fresh face was very tranquil.
"He is very susceptible," she said. "He thinks everyone clever, and sometimes they are.""Sometimes," Bessie assented, smiling still.
The duchess looked at her a little and then went on;"Lambeth is very susceptible, but he is very volatile, too.""Volatile?" asked Bessie.
"He is very inconstant. It won't do to depend on him.""Ah," said Bessie, "I don't recognize that deion.
We have depended on him greatly--my sister and I--and he has never disappointed us.""He will disappoint you yet," said the duchess.
Bessie gave a little laugh, as if she were amused at the duchess's persistency. "I suppose it will depend on what we expect of him.""The less you expect, the better," Lord Lambeth's mother declared.
"Well," said Bessie, "we expect nothing unreasonable."The duchess for a moment was silent, though she appeared to have more to say.
"Lambeth says he has seen so much of you," she presently began.
"He has been to see us very often; he has been very kind,"said Bessie Alden.
"I daresay you are used to that. I am told there is a great deal of that in America.""A great deal of kindness?" the young girl inquired, smiling.
"Is that what you call it? I know you have different expressions.""We certainly don't always understand each other," said Mrs. Westgate, the termination of whose interview with Lady Pimlico allowed her to give her attention to their elder visitor.
"I am speaking of the young men calling so much upon the young ladies,"the duchess explained.
