So just please to consider yourselves my property; and if anyone should try to appropriate you, please to say, 'Hands off;too late for the market.' But let's see," continued the American, in his slow, humorous voice, with a distinctness of utterance which appeared to his visitors to be part of a humorous intention--a strangely leisurely, speculative voice for a man evidently so busy and, as they felt, so professional--"let's see;are you going to make something of a stay, Lord Lambeth?""Oh, dear, no," said the young Englishman; "my cousin was coming over on some business, so I just came across, at an hour's notice, for the lark.""Is it your first visit to the United States?""Oh, dear, yes."
"I was obliged to come on some business," said Percy Beaumont, "and I brought Lambeth along.""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.""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 September,"said the younger Englishman, irrelevantly but gently.
"For the shooting, eh? or is it the hunting, or the fishing?"inquired his entertainer.
"Oh, I must be in Scotland," said Lord Lambeth, blushing a little.
"Well, then," rejoined Mr. Westgate, "you had better amuse yourself first, also. You must go down and see Mrs. Westgate.""We should be so happy, if you would kindly tell us the train,"said Percy Beaumont.
"It isn't a train--it's a boat."
"Oh, I see. And what is the name of--a-- the--a-- town?""It isn't a town," said Mr. Westgate, laughing. "It's a--well, what shall I call it? It's a watering place. In short, it's Newport.
You'll see what it is. It's cool; that's the principal thing.
You will greatly oblige me by going down there and putting yourself into the hands of Mrs. Westgate. It isn't perhaps for me to say it, but you couldn't be in better hands. Also in those of her sister, who is staying with her. She is very fond of Englishmen.
She thinks there is nothing like them."
"Mrs. Westgate or--a-- her sister?" asked Percy Beaumont modestly, yet in the tone of an inquiring traveler.
"Oh, I mean my wife," said Mr. Westgate. "I don't suppose my sister-in-law knows much about them. She has always led a very quiet life; she has lived in Boston."Percy Beaumont listened with interest. "That, I believe,"he said, "is the most--a-- intellectual town?""I believe it is very intellectual. I don't go there much,"responded his host.
"I say, we ought to go there," said Lord Lambeth to his companion.
"Oh, Lord Lambeth, wait till the great heat is over,"Mr. Westgate interposed. "Boston in this weather would be very trying;it's not the temperature for intellectual exertion. At Boston, you know, you have to pass an examination at the city limits;and when you come away they give you a kind of degree."Lord Lambeth stared, blushing a little; and Percy Beaumont stared a little also--but only with his fine natural complexion--glancing aside after a moment to see that his companion was not looking too credulous, for he had heard a great deal of American humor.
"I daresay it is very jolly," said the younger gentleman.
"I daresay it is," said Mr. Westgate. "Only I must impress upon you that at present--tomorrow morning, at an early hour--you will be expected at Newport. We have a house there;half the people in New York go there for the summer.
I am not sure that at this very moment my wife can take you in; she has got a lot of people staying with her;I don't know who they all are; only she may have no room.
But you can begin with the hotel, and meanwhile you can live at my house. In that way--simply sleeping at the hotel--you will find it tolerable. For the rest, you must make yourself at home at my place. You mustn't be shy, you know;if you are only here for a month that will be a great waste of time. Mrs. Westgate won't neglect you, and you had better not try to resist her. I know something about that.
I expect you'll find some pretty girls on the premises.
I shall write to my wife by this afternoon's mail, and tomorrow morning she and Miss Alden will look out for you.
Just walk right in and make yourself comfortable.
Your steamer leaves from this part of the city, and I will immediately send out and get you a cabin. Then, at half past four o'clock, just call for me here, and I will go with you and put you on board. It's a big boat; you might get lost.
A few days hence, at the end of the week, I will come down to Newport and see how you are getting on."The two young Englishmen inaugurated the policy of not resisting Mrs. Westgate by submitting, with great docility and thankfulness, to her husband.
He was evidently a very good fellow, and he made an impression upon his visitors; his hospitality seemed to recommend itself consciously--with a friendly wink, as it were--as if it hinted, judicially, that you could not possibly make a better bargain. Lord Lambeth and his cousin left their entertainer to his labors and returned to their hotel, where they spent three or four hours in their respective shower baths.
Percy Beaumont had suggested that they ought to see something of the town; but "Oh, damn the town!" his noble kinsman had rejoined.