Louise put my bag on the wooden floor, and folded my coat on it. "Miladi will do well to sit down," said she. "It may be that the baggage do not come _immediatement_." With this she bustled away to the Louise rabbit warren, wherever it was, leaving me to the tender mercies of fellow "B's," who began to swarm round me and buzz distractedly. I subsided on the bag, which was very like sitting on the floor; but it was stifling down there among people's feet; besides, mine soon got "pins and needles"; so presently I popped up like a Jack out of his Box, and almost knocked off a man's nose with the crown of my hat. I said "I _beg_ your pardon!" though what the nose was doing so near the top of my head I couldn't conceive, until its owner (fumbling with one hand for his handkerchief to staunch a drop of blood, and snatching off his straw hat with the other, already full of notebooks and things) blurted out abruptly: "Are you Lady Bulkeley?" I _was_ surprised! "No," said I. "I'm Lady Betty Bulkeley." "That's all right," said the nose man, as if he forgave me for being myself. "I didn't know but you'd want to be called Lady Bulkeley by strangers." "It isn't my name," I said, more puzzled than ever. I would have tried to be dignified, as he was a perky-looking young man in an alpaca coat; but when you have just made a person's nose bleed with your hat, it would seem unfeeling to be too frigid,--though I believe an application of ice is supposed to be beneficial. "Shall I call you Lady Betty then?" asked the man, patting his nose with his handkerchief, which luckily for my nerves had already a pattern of pink dots on it. "I don't see why you should call me anything," said I. With that, he produced a card, with a whole string of words printed on it, and poked it under my eyes. "I was just going to introduce myself," he said. "I represent _The New York Flashlight_, and I've been sent by my paper to get something from you, if you'll oblige me." "Something from me?" I repeated, bewildered. "Is it anything to do with the Customs? I've nothing to declare." "Just tell me, please, something about your family. Your brother's the Duke of Stanforth, isn't he?" (He pronounced it "Dook.") "Yes, but----" "Thanks. Young and unmarried, isn't he?" "Yes. But----" "Ever been on this side?" "No. But----" "He'll come some day, won't he? Most unmarried Dukes do." "I don't know, I'm sure. Really, I think----" "Excuse me. You're going to stay with Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox, I believe. Will you make a lengthy visit?" "I don't----" "You must have met one or two of our smartest young men on board. What do you think of them as compared with Englishmen?"