Americans -- Europe -- Fiction; British -- Europe -- Fiction; Male friendship -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“Oh, good morning! Beastly morning, is n’t it? I suppose you are come to
luncheon--I have come to luncheon. It ought to be on table, you know--it
‘s nearly two o’clock. But I dare say you have noticed foreigners are
never punctual--it ‘s only English servants that are punctual. And they
don’t understand luncheon, you know--they can’t make out our eating at
this sort of hour. You know they always dine so beastly early. Do you
remember the sort of time they used to dine at Baden?--half-past five,
half-past six; some unearthly hour of that kind. That ‘s the sort of
time you dine in America. I found they ‘d invite a man at half-past six.
That ‘s what I call being in a hurry for your food. You know they always
accuse the Americans of making a rush for their victuals. I am bound
to say that in New York, and that sort of place, the victuals were very
good when you got them. I hope you don’t mind my saying anything about
America? You know the Americans are so deucedly thin-skinned--they
always bristle up if you say anything against their institutions. The
English don’t care a rap what you say--they ‘ve got a different sort
of temper, you know. With the Americans I ‘m deuced careful--I never
breathe a word about anything. While I was over there I went in for
being complimentary. I laid it on thick, and I found they would take all
I could give them. I did n’t see much of their institutions, after all;
I went in for seeing the people. Some of the people were charming--upon
my soul, I was surprised at some of the people. I dare say you know some
of the people I saw; they were as nice people as you would see anywhere.
There were always a lot of people about Mrs. Wright, you know; they
told me they were all the best people. You know she is always late for
everything. She always comes in after every one is there--looking so
devilish pretty, pulling on her gloves. She wears the longest gloves I
ever saw in my life. Upon my word, if they don’t come, I think I will
ring the bell and ask the waiter what ‘s the matter. Would n’t you ring
the bell? It ‘s a great mistake, their trying to carry out their ideas
of lunching. That ‘s Wright’s character, you know; he ‘s always trying
to carry out some idea. When I am abroad, I go in for the foreign
breakfast myself. You may depend upon it they had better give up trying
to do this sort of thing at this hour.”
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