The first of these laughs came when she counted her tenth American, a tall Westerner of the cartoon type, sauntering along with an expression of speculative enjoyment on his odd face, and evidently, though furtively, chewing tobacco.
"I absolutely love him, Betty," she cried.

"You couldn't mistake him for anything else." "No," answered Betty, feeling that she loved him herself, "not if you found him embalmed in the Pyramids." They pleased themselves immensely, trying to guess what he would buy and take home to his wife and girls in his Western town--though Western towns were very grand and amazing in these days, Betty explained, and knew they could give points to New York.

He would not buy the things he would have bought fifteen years ago.

Perhaps, in fact, his wife and daughters had come with him to London and stayed at the Metropole or the Savoy, and were at this moment being fitted by tailors and modistes patronised by Royalty.
"Rosy, look! Do you see who that is?
Do you recognise her?
It is Mrs.Bellingham.She was little Mina Thalberg.

She married Captain Bellingham.