Everybody went to them, of course, because one really never knew what one might miss if one didn't go.

At length the American said: "You must correct me if I am wrong in an impression I have received.
Vulgar Americans seem to me to get on very well in London." The hostess paused for a moment, and then she said: "That is perfectly true." This acknowledgment was complete, and perfectly friendly, and after that all went better than it had gone before.
The half anecdote is a part of this one, and happened a few weeks later at table--dinner this time.
Sitting next to the same American was an English lady whose conversation led him to repeat to her what he had said to his hostess at lunch: "Vulgar Americans seem to get on very well in London society." "They do," said the lady, "and I will tell you why.

We English--I mean that set of English--are blase.

We see each other too much, we are all alike in our ways, and we are awfully tired of it.

Therefore it refreshes us and amuses us to see something new and different." "Then," said the American, "you accept these hideous people's invitations, and go to their houses, and eat their food, and drink their champagne, and it's just like going to see the monkeys at the Zoo ?" "It is," returned the lady.
"But," the American asked, "isn't that awfully low down of you ?" (He smiled as he said it.) Immediately the English lady assented; and grew more cordial.