"No," said I, "there was no young person--if person you were going to say. There was a big portly landlord, whom I dare say you have seen; a noisy, savage radical, who wanted at first to fasten upon me a quarrel about America, but who subsequently drew in his horns; then there was a strange fellow, a prowling priest, I believe, whom I have frequently heard of, who at first seemed disposed to side with the radical against me, and afterwards with me against the radical. There, you know my company, and what took place." "Was there no one else?" said Belle. "You are mighty curious," said I. "No, none else, except a poor simple mechanic, and some common company, who soon went away." Belle looked at me for a moment, and then appeared to be lost in thought. "America," said she musingly--"America!" "What of America?" said I. "I have heard that it is a mighty country." "I dare say it is," said I; "I have heard my father say that the Americans are first-rate marksmen." "I heard nothing about that," said Belle; "what I heard was, that it is a great and goodly land, where people can walk about without jostling, and where the industrious can always find bread; I have frequently thought of going thither." "Well," I said, "the radical in the public-house will perhaps be glad of your company thither; he is as great an admirer of America as yourself, though I believe on different grounds." "I shall go by myself," said Belle, "unless--unless that should happen which is not likely. I am not fond of radicals no more than I am of scoffers and mockers." "Do you mean to say that I am a scoffer and mocker?" "I don't wish to say you are," said Belle; "but some of your words sound strangely like scoffing and mocking. I have now one thing to beg, which is, that if you have anything to say against America, you would speak it out boldly." "What should I have to say against America? I never was there." "Many people speak against America who never were there." "Many people speak in praise of America who never were there; but with respect to myself, I have not spoken for or against America." "If you liked America you would speak in its praise." "By the same rule, if I disliked America I should speak against it." "I can't speak with you," said Belle; "but I see you dislike the country." "The country!" "Well, the people--don't you?" "I do." "Why do you dislike them?" "Why, I have heard my father say that the American marksmen, led on by a chap of the name of Washington, sent the English to the right-about in double-quick time." "And that is your reason for disliking the Americans?" "Yes," said I, "that is my reason for disliking them." "Will you take another cup of tea?" said Belle. I took another cup; we were again silent. "It is rather uncomfortable," said I, at last, "for people to sit together without having anything to say." "Were you thinking of your company?" said Belle. "What company?" said I. "The present company."