'I believe this is the most lovely place in the world,' Miss Boncassen said to him.
'We are so much the more obliged to you for bringing us here.'
'We don't bring you. You allow us to come with you and see all that is pretty and lovely.'
'Is it not your party?'
'Father will pay the bill, I suppose,--as far as that goes. And mother's name was put on the cards. But of course we know what that means. It is because you and a few others like you have been so kind to us, that we are able to be here at all.'
'Everybody, I should think, must be kind to you.'
'I do have a good time pretty much; but nowhere so good as here. I fear that when I get back I shall not like New York.'
'I have heard you say, Miss Boncassen, that Americans were more likeable than the English.'
'Have you? Well, yes; I think I have said so. And I think it is so. I'd sooner have to dance with a bank clerk in New York, than with a bank clerk here.'
'Do you ever dance with bank clerks?'
'Oh dear yes. At least I suppose so. I dance with whoever comes up. We haven't got lords in America, you know!'
'You have got gentlemen.'
'Plenty of them.-but they are not so easily defined as lords. I do like lords.'
'Do you?'
'Oh yes,--and ladies;--Countesses I mean and women of that sort.
Your Lady Mabel Grex is not here. Why wouldn't she come?'
'Perhaps you didn't ask her.'
'Oh yes I did;--especially for your sake.'
'She is not my Lady Mabel Grex.,' said Lord Silverbridge with unnecessary energy.
'But she will be.'
'What makes you think that?'
'You are devoted to her.'
'Much more to you, Miss Boncassen.'
'That is nonsense, Lord Silverbridge.'
'Not at all.'
'It is also--untrue.'
'Surely I must be the best judge of that myself.'
'Not a doubt; a judge not only whether it be true, but if true whether expedient,--or even possible. What did I say to you when we first began to know each other?'
'What did you say?'
'That I liked knowing you;--that was frank enough;--not that I liked knowing you because I knew that there would be no tomfoolery of lovemaking.' Then she paused; but he did not quite know how to go on with the conversation at once, and she continued her speech.
'When you condescend to tell me that you are devoted to me, as though that were the kind of thing that I expect to have said when I take a walk with a young man in a wood, is not that the tomfoolery of love-making?' She stopped and looked at him, so that he was obliged to answer.
'Then why do you ask me if I am devoted to Lady Mabel Grex? Would not that be tomfoolery too?'
'No. If I thought so, I would not have asked the question. I did specially invite her to come her because I thought you would like it. You have got to marry somebody.'
'Some day, perhaps.'
'And why not her?'
'If you come to that, why not you?' He felt himself to be getting into deep waters as he said this,--but he had a meaning to express if only he could find the words to express it. 'I don't say whether it is tomfoolery, as you call it, or not; but whatever it is, you began it.'
'Yes;--yes. I see. You punish me for my unpremeditated impertinence in suggesting that you are devoted to Lady Mabel by the premeditated impertinence of pretending to be devoted to me.'
'Stop a moment. I cannot follow that.' Then she laughed. 'I will swear that I did not intend to be impertinent.'
'I hope not.'
'I am devoted to you.'
'Lord Silverbridge!'
'I think you are--'
'Stop, stop. Do not say it.'
'Well I won't;--not now. But there has been no tomfoolery.'
'May I ask a question, Lord Silverbridge? You will not be angry?
I would not have you angry with me.'
'I will not be angry,' he said.
'Are you not engaged to marry Lady Mabel Grex?'
'No.'
'Then I beg your pardon. I was told that you were engaged to her.
And I thought your choice was so fortunate, so happy! I have seen no girl here that I admire half so much. She almost comes up to my idea of what a young woman should be.'
'Almost!'
'Now I am sure that if you are not engaged to her you must be in love with her, or my praise would have sufficed.'
'Though one knows a Lady Mabel Grex, one may become acquainted with a Miss Boncassen.'
There are moments in which stupid people say clever things, obtuse people say sharp things, and good-natured people say ill-natured things. 'Lord Silverbridge,' she said, 'I did not expect that from you.'
'Expect what? I meant it simply.'
'I have no doubt you meant it simply. We Americans think ourselves sharp, but I have long since found out that we may meet more than our matches here. I think we will go back. Mother means to try to get up a quadrille.'
'You will dance with me?'
'I think not. I have been walking with you, and I had better dance with someone else.'
'You can let me have one dance.'
'I think not. There will not be many.'
'Are you angry with me?'
'Yes, I am; there.' But as she said this she smiled. 'The truth is, I thought I was getting the better of you, and you turned round and gave me a pat on the head to show me that you could be master when it pleased you. You have defended your intelligence at the expense of your good-nature.'
'I'll be shot if I know what it all means,' he said, just as he was parting with her.
