"Oh!" he replied, "I am merely thinking of Lady Theobald."     

       "Well," she commented, "I think it's rather disrespectful in you to laugh. Isn't it a lovely night? I didn't think you had such moonlight nights in England. What a night for a drive!"     

       "Is that one of the things you do in America—drive by moonlight?"     

       "Yes. Do you mean to say you don't do it in England?"     

       "Not often. Is it young ladies who drive by moonlight in America?"     

       "Well, you don't suppose they go alone, do you?" quite ironically. "Of course they have some one with them."     

       "Ah! Their papas?"     

       "No."     

       "Their mammas?"     

       "No."     

       "Their governesses, their uncles, their aunts?"     

       "No," with a little smile.     

       He smiled also.     

       "That is another good idea," he said. "You have a great many nice ideas in America."     

       She was silent a moment or so, swinging her fan slowly to and fro by its ribbon, and appearing to reflect.     

       "Does that mean," she said at length, "that it wouldn't be considered proper in England?"     

       "I hope you won't hold me responsible for English fallacies," was his sole answer.     

       "I don't hold anybody responsible for them," she returned with some spirit. "I don't care one thing about them."     

       "That is fortunate," he commented. "I am happy to say I don't, either. I take the liberty of pleasing myself. I find it pays best."     

       "Perhaps," 

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