An American girl in London . tions in his ears. So I stopped calling Mr. Mafferton sir; and since then,except to very old gentlemen, I have got out of the way of usingthe expression. I asked him if there was anything else thatstruck him as odd in my conversation kindly to tell me, as ofcourse I did not wish to be an unnecessary shock to my relationin Half-Moon Street. He did not say he would, but we seemedto get on together even more agreeably after that. Mr. Mafferton appeared to know nobody on board but ; and I made acquaintance with hardly anybody else,so that we naturally saw
An American girl in London . tions in his ears. So I stopped calling Mr. Mafferton sir; and since then,except to very old gentlemen, I have got out of the way of usingthe expression. I asked him if there was anything else thatstruck him as odd in my conversation kindly to tell me, as ofcourse I did not wish to be an unnecessary shock to my relationin Half-Moon Street. He did not say he would, but we seemedto get on together even more agreeably after that. Mr. Mafferton appeared to know nobody on board but ; and I made acquaintance with hardly anybody else,so that we naturally saw a good deal of each other, usually inthe afternoons, walking up and down the deck. He lent me allhis books, and I lent him all mine, and we exchanged opinions on AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON -at variety of subjects. When we argued, lie was always polite and considerate; but I noticed one curious thing aoout him—I never could bring him round to my point of view. He did not seem to see the necessity of coming, although I often. WE SEEMED TO GET ON TOGETHER EVEN MORE AGREEABLY AFTER THAT went round to his. This was a new experience to me in arguingwith a gentleman. And he always talked very first this struck me as a little cold and uninterested, butafterwards I liked it. It was like drinking a verv nice kind ot AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON pure cold water—after the different flavours of personality Ialways been accustomed to. Mr. Mafferton only madexception to this rule that I remember, and that was the afteinoon before we landed. Then he told me particularly about hisfather and mother, and their tastes and occupations, also thenames and ages of his brothers and sisters, and their tastes andoccupations, and where he lived. But I cannot say I found himas interesting that afternoon as usual. I need not describe the bustle and confusion of landing atLiverpool Docks in the middle of a wet April afternoon. had told me at breakfast not on any account to let
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