An American girl in London . said it was not proper for ladies, and limnedme on. As if any impropriety could linger about a place ahundred and fifty years old ! The Temple also we saw that day, and Goldsmiths quiet,solitary grave in the shadow of the old Knights Church, moreinteresting and lovable there, somehow, than it would be in thecrowd at Westminster. Miss Peter Corke was entirely delight-ful in the Temple, whether she talked of Goldsmiths games anddancing over Blackstones sedate head in Brick Court, or ofElizabeth sitting on the wide platform at the end of the MiddleTemple Hall at the f
An American girl in London . said it was not proper for ladies, and limnedme on. As if any impropriety could linger about a place ahundred and fifty years old ! The Temple also we saw that day, and Goldsmiths quiet,solitary grave in the shadow of the old Knights Church, moreinteresting and lovable there, somehow, than it would be in thecrowd at Westminster. Miss Peter Corke was entirely delight-ful in the Temple, whether she talked of Goldsmiths games anddancing over Blackstones sedate head in Brick Court, or ofElizabeth sitting on the wide platform at the end of the MiddleTemple Hall at the first performance of Twelfth Night, where,somewhere beneath those dusky oak rafters, Shakespeare madeanother critic. Peter never talked scandal in the present tense,on principle, but a more interesting gossip than she was of acentury back I never had a cup of tea with, which we got notso very far from the Cock Tavern in Fleet Street; and I hadnever known before that Mr. Pepys was a flirt. AN AM ERIC AX GIRL IN LONDON 263 XXV. R. MAFFERTON frequentlyexpressed his regret that al-most immediately after myarrival in London—in fact,during the time of my dis-appearance from the Metro-pole, and just as he becameaware of my being with LadyTorquilin—his mother andtwo sisters had been obligedto go to the Riviera on ac-count of one of the MissesMaflertons health. Oneafternoon—the day beforethey left. I believe—Lady Torquilin and I, coming in, found alarge assortment of cards belonging to the family, which wereto be divided between us, apparently. But, as Mr. CharlesMafferton was the only one of them left in town, my acquaint-ance with the Mafferbons had made very little progress, except,of course, with the portly old cousin I have mentioned before,who was a lord, and who stayed in London through the entiresession of Parliament. This cousin and I became so well ac-quainted, in spite of his being a lord, that we used to ask eachother conundrums. What do they call a black cat in Londo
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