Daisy Miller - Taschenbuch

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The two ladies had arranged that on this afternoon Willie Woodley should go with them to Hyde Park, where Bessie Alderi expected to derive much entertainment from sitting on a little green chair, under the great trees, beside Rotten Rov. The want of a suitable escort had hitherto rendered this pleasure inaccessible; but no escort now, for such an expedition, could have been more suitable than their devoted young countryman, whose mission in life, it might almost be said, was to find chairs for ladies, and who appeared on the stroke of half past five with a white camellia in his button-hole. " I have written to Lord Lambeth, my dear," said Mrs. Westgate to her sister, on coining into the room where Bessie Alden, drawing on her long gray gloves, was entertaining their visitor. Bessie said nothing, but "Willie Wood- ley exclaimed that his lordship was in town; he had seen his name in the Morning Post. "Do you read the Morning Post?" asked Mrs. Westgate. " Oh yes; it's great fun," Willie Wood- ley affirmed. "I want so to see it," said Bessie; " there is so much about it in Thackeray." " I will send it to you every morning," said Willie Woodley. He found them what Bessie Alden thought excellent places, under the great trees, beside the famous avenue whose humors had been made familiar to the young girl's childhood by the pictures in Punch. The day was bright and warm, and the crowd of riders and spectators, and the great procession of carriages, were proportionately dense and brilliant. The scene bore the stamp of the London Season at its height, and Bessie Alden found more entertainment in it than she was able to express to her companions. She sat silent, under her parasol, and her imagination, according to its wont, let itself loose into the great changing ...