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Bessie's checks flushed at this criticism upon the ribbon she liked so
much, and had bought for this very occasion, with a view to please her
cousin. He was in very high spirits, it seemed to her, as she listened
to his gay badinage and laughter. But how handsome he was in his new
holiday suit, every item of which was faultless, and of the latest
style. If his mother stinted him in other ways, she surely did not where
his wardrobe was concerned, and he had the reputation of being one of
the best dressed young men in London.
When dinner was over, and he had finished his cigar which he smoked in
the presence of Bessie, she asked him of the American, who was coming
the next evening.
"Oh, yes, Grey Jerrold," Neil said, "and the finest specimen of a Yankee
you ever saw."
"I don't believe I like Yankees," Bessie said curtly, and Neil replied:
"You will like this one; you cannot help it, every body likes him, from
the shabbiest old woman in the railway carriage to the prettiest girl in
Piccadilly.


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