An American girl in London . I thought, and we all stood up again while the gentlemen in red, the LordChancellor, and the others walked out; after which everybodydispersed, and I found myself shaking hands with Lord Mailer- AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON 123 ton in a pudgy, hearty way, as he and Lady Torquilin and Ideparted together. So this is our little Yankee! said Lord Mafferton, withhis fat round chin stretched out sideways, and his hands behindhis back. Now I am quite five-feet eight, and I do not likebeing called names,but I found a diffi-culty in telling-Lord Maffertontha
An American girl in London . I thought, and we all stood up again while the gentlemen in red, the LordChancellor, and the others walked out; after which everybodydispersed, and I found myself shaking hands with Lord Mailer- AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON 123 ton in a pudgy, hearty way, as he and Lady Torquilin and Ideparted together. So this is our little Yankee! said Lord Mafferton, withhis fat round chin stretched out sideways, and his hands behindhis back. Now I am quite five-feet eight, and I do not likebeing called names,but I found a diffi-culty in telling-Lord Maffertonthat I was not theirlittle Yankee; so I W smiled, and said inothing. Well,well! Come overthe duckpond —isnt that whatyou call the Atlan-tic Ocean ?—to seehow fast old Eng-land is going topieces, eh ? Oh ! said Lady Torquilin, I think Miss Wick is delightedwith England, Lord Mafferton. Yes, I said, I am. Delighted with it ! Why should any-body think it is going to pieces ? Oh, its a popular fancy in some quarters, said Lord. LORD MAFFERTON. 124 AN AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON Mafferton. Being a lord, I dont suppose he winked at LadyTorquilin, but he did something very like it. I should call it a popular fallacy, I declared; at whichLord Mafferton laughed, and said, It was all very well, it wasall very well,exactly like any old grandpapa. Miss Wickwould like a look over the place, I suppose, he said to LadyTorquilin. You think it would be safe, eh ? No explosivesconcealed about her—she doesnt think of blowing us up ?And this very jocular old peer led the way through a labyrinthof chambers and corridors of which I cant possibly rememberthe locality or the purpose, because he went so fast. No doubt youve heard of Cromwell, he said beside onedoor. I should have liked to know why he asked me, if therewas no doubt of it; but I suppose a lord is not necessarily alogician. This is the room in which he signed the death-warrant of Charles the First. Dear me, I said. The one that hes holding
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