'Margaret and Isabel,' she said to the two young pink persons, 'go to your rooms, dears!' And she waited till the damsels, each with a little shy smile and blush, gathered up their effects and went, before she continued the conversation. As they left the room I observed that they wore short dresses, buttoned down the back. It began to grow very interesting to me, after the first shock of finding this kind of relation was over. I found myself waiting for what was to come next with the deepest interest. In America we are very fond of types--perhaps because we have so few among ourselves--and it seemed to me, as I sat there on Mrs. Portheris's spindly red chair, that I had come into violent contact with a type of the most valuable and pronounced description. Privately I resolved to stay as long as I could, and lose no opportunity of observing it. And my first observation was that Mrs. Portheris's expression was changing--losing its neutrality and beginning to radiate active opposition and stern criticism, with an uncompromising sense of duty twisted in at the corners of the mouth. There was no agitation whatever, and I thought with an inward smile of my relation's nerves. 'Then I suppose,' said Mrs. Portheris--the supposition being of the vaguest possible importance--'that you are with a party of Americans. It seems to be an American idea to go about in hordes. I never could understand it--to me it would be most obnoxious. How many are there of you?' 'One, Mrs. Portheris--and I'm the one. Poppa and momma had set their hearts on coming. Poppa thought of getting up an Anglo-American Soda Trust, and momma wanted particularly to make your acquaintance--your various Christmas cards have given us all such a charming idea of you--but at the last minute something interfered with their plans and they had to give it up. They told me to tell you how sorry they were.' 'Something interfered with their plans! But nothing interfered with your plans!' 'Oh, no; it was some political business of poppa's--nothing to keep me!' 'Then do I actually understand that your parents, of their own free will, permitted you to cross the Atlantic alone?' 'I hope you do, Mrs. Portheris; but if it's not quite clear to you, I don't mind explaining it again.' 'Upon my word! And you are at an hotel--which hotel?' When I told Mrs. Portheris the Métropole, her indignation mounted to her cap, and one of the pink ribbons shook violently. 'It is very American!' she said; and I felt that Mrs. Portheris could rise to no more forcible a climax of disapproval. But I did not mind Mrs. Portheris's disapproval; in fact, according to my classification of her, I should have been disappointed if she had not disapproved--it would have been out of character. So I only smiled as sweetly as I could, and said, 'So am I.' 'Is it not very expensive?' There was a note of angry wonder as well as horror in this.