"My dear sir," responded Colonel Armytage, extending a cordial hand, "I am extremely pleased to meet you, extremely so! I am of unmixed English descent myself, and quite naturally I look upon our country as the mother of us all." Sir Percy tried to imagine a member of Parliament meeting an American as Colonel Armytage met him, but his imagination was not equal to anything so extraordinary. He understood, however, and appreciated the frank, unconventional good-will which animated Colonel Armytage, and replied with sincere courtesy: "I am always glad to hear that sentiment from an American, and be assured we feel the tie of blood as much as you do." "Some of you do," answered Lucy oracularly, "but some of you don’t. I can tell you a harrowing tale of a little upstart Englishman. Pray excuse me." Colonel Armytage scowled at Lucy. "You must forgive her, my dear sir," he said to Sir Percy; "this child has a charter to say and to do as she pleases, and Mrs. Armytage and myself are under bond to obey her. I shall have much pleasure in seeing you if you will honour me with a call. That, I believe, is the custom in Washington, but I assure you, sir, in the State of Kentucky, it would be the native who would call first, and such would be my desire if it were not for this infernal official etiquette which forbids it. Mrs. Armytage and my niece receive on Tuesdays," and he named a large down-town hotel, which had ceased to be fashionable about forty years before, but still was frequented by Southern and Western representatives. Then Lucy nodded and smiled and took Colonel Armytage’s arm and was gone in a moment. Sir Percy followed Lord Baudesert to the library and joined him in a cigar and a whisky and soda. "What do you think of ’em?" asked Lord Baudesert knowingly, and Sir Percy, understanding that the American ladies were meant, answered: "Very pretty and very well dressed and very much spoiled, I should judge. I can’t quite make out how much real and how much apparent cleverness they have." "No, neither can any one else," replied Lord Baudesert; "they are the most complex creatures alive. You must readjust all your ideas concerning the sex when it comes to studying this particular variety. They are not like Englishwomen, nor Frenchwomen, nor Spanish women, nor German women, nor Hindoo women, that ever I heard, yet they have some of the characteristics of all. Having been afraid of women all my life--except, of course, Susan and her brood--I am more afraid of American women than any others. Don’t marry one, my boy. That’s my advice--but don’t tell Susan I say so." "Trust me," replied Sir Percy confidently, lighting another cigar. *III*