Are you not tired to death?" he asked, pantingly, and
fanning himself with his soft hat as they left the gloomy building, and,
after looking at the spot where Ann Boleyn and Lady Jane Grey were
beheaded, went back to the office where they dismissed their guide.
It was a scorchingly hot day, and Jack was perspiring at every pore, but
Bessie was fresh and bright as ever, and eager to go to the Abbey and
the Parliament House, and possibly _somewhere else_, and Jack obeyed her
with an inward groan, and went where she wished to go, and marveled at
her knowledge of and interest in everything pertaining to Westminster
and its surroundings. Never in his life had Jack Trevellian been as
tired as he was that night, with a back which ached so hard that he
actually bought a plaster for it next morning, and, thus strengthened
and fortified, started again on his mission. Kensington Museum, the
British Museum, the National Gallery, Crystal Palace, Hampton Court, and
the Queen's Stables were all visited by turn, and then they went for a
day to Alexandra Palace, and saw an opera, a play, a ballot, two
circuses, and rope-walking, all for a shilling, which to Bessie's frugal
mind was best of all.
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