"
"He did just that. How did you know?"
"Because he was a typical American host, God bless him, and that is
the way we do things over there."
"Now here," he went on, "we consider our duty done if we take a man to
dine, and then to some reception, where we turn him loose after one or
two introductions."
"What a hateful way of doing!" I said, politely.
"It is. It must seem barbarous to you."
"It does."
"Or if you are a woman we send our carriages to let you drive where
you like. Or we send you invitations to go to needlework exhibitions
where you have to pay five shillings admission."
I said nothing, and he laughed.
"I know they have done that to you," he exclaimed. "Haven't they?"
"I have been delightfully entertained at luncheons and dinners and
teas, and I have been introduced to as charming people in London as I
ever hope to meet anywhere," I said, stolidly.
"But you won't tell about the needlework. Oh, I say, but that's jolly!
Fancy what you said when you began to get those beastly things!" And
he laughed again.
"I didn't say anything," I said.
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