He was surrounded at once by all kinds of acquaintances, asking questions as to when he had arrived, how he had enjoyed the voyage, what May had been like in the Tropics, what he was going to do in the Ascot week, and a dozen others, some stupid and some intelligent.
"I hardly know about Ascot," he said laughingly, after having answered all the others. "When my old servant, West, reminded me that it was next week, which I had entirely forgotten-by-the-bye, what won the Derby? – I thought of taking a house and having a pleasant lot down, but now I hear that I am wanted at Sir Paul Raughton's."
"Of course you are!" one very young member said, "Rather! Why, you know that-"
"They are going to have a jolly party there," an elder one put in; "no one knows how to manage that sort of thing better than Sir Paul."
Then he turned to the younger man and said, as he drew him aside, "You confounded young idiot! don't you know that he was sweet on Miss Raughton himself, and won't like it when he hears she is engaged to Lord Penlyn? What do you want to make him feel uncomfortable for? He'll hear it quite soon enough."
"I thought he knew it," the other one muttered.
"I imagine not; and I fancy no one but you would want to be the first to tell him."
There was undoubtedly this feeling amongst the group, by whom Cundall was surrounded. Not one of these men, except the boyish member, but was aware that, before he went abroad six months ago, London society was daily expecting to hear that he and the beautiful Ida Raughton were engaged. Now they understood, with that accuracy of perception which men of the world possess in an extraordinary degree, that her recent engagement to Lord Penlyn was unknown to him, and they unanimously determined-though without any agreement between them-that they would not be the first to open his eyes. He was so good a fellow that none of them wanted to cause him any pain; and that the knowledge that Miss Raughton was now engaged would be painful to him, they were convinced.
Two or three of them made up a table and sat down to dinner, and Cundall told them that he was going to Lady Chesterton's later on. But neither here, nor over their coffee afterwards, did any of his friends tell him that he would meet there the girl he was thought to admire, attended in all probability by her future husband, Lord Penlyn.
As, at eleven o'clock, he made his way up the staircase to greet his hostess, he again met many people whom he knew, and, by the time he at last reached Lady Chesterton, it was rapidly being told about the ball-room that Walter Cundall was back in town again.
"I declare you look better than ever," her ladyship said as she welcomed him. "Your bronzed and sunburnt face makes all the other men seem terribly pale and ghastly. How you must enjoy roaming about the world as you do!"
He answered her with a smile and a remark, that, after all, there was no place like London and that he was getting very tired of rambling, when he turned round and saw Ida Raughton coming towards him on the arm of Lord Penlyn.
"How do you do, Miss Raughton?" he said, taking her hand and giving one swift look into her eyes. How beautiful she was, he thought; and as he looked he wondered how he could ever have gone away and left her without speaking of his love. Well, no matter, the parting was over now!
"How are you, Penlyn?" he said, shaking him cordially by the hand.
"When did you return?" Ida asked. Until this moment she had no idea that he was back in England.
"I landed at Liverpool late last night," he answered, "and came up to town to-day. Lady Chesterton, hearing of my probable arrival, was kind enough to leave an invitation for me for to-night."
Before any more could be said the band began to play, and Lord Penlyn turned round to Cundall and said:
"I am engaged for this dance, though it is only a square one. Will you look after Miss Raughton until I return?"
"With pleasure, or until some favoured partner comes to claim her. But," turning to her, "I presume you are also engaged for this dance, 'though it is only a square one.'"
"No," she said, "you know I never dance them."
"Shall we go round the rooms, then?" he asked, offering her his arm. "It is insufferably hot here!"
Lady Chesterton had moved away to welcome some other guests, and so they walked to another part of the room. As Ida looked up at him, she thought how well and strong he seemed, and recalled the many dances they had had together. And she wondered if he was glad to be back in London again?
"How cool and pleasant the conservatory looks!" he said, as they passed the entrance to it. "Shall we go in and sit down until you are claimed for the next dance?"
She assented, and they went in and took possession of two chairs that were standing beneath some great palms and cacti.
"I should think that after the heat you have been accustomed to you would feel nothing in England," she said.
"In Honduras we are suitably clad," he answered, laughing, "and evening dress suits are not in much request. But I am very glad to be wearing one again, and once more talking to you."
"Are you?" she said, raising her eyes and looking at him. She recalled how often they had talked together, and how she had taken pleasure in having him tell her of the different parts of the world he had seen; parts that seemed so strange to her who had never been farther away from home than the Tyrol or Rome.
"Indeed I am! Do you think I should go to the Tropics for pleasure?"
"I suppose you need not go unless you choose," she said; "surely you can do as you please!"
"I can do as I please now," he answered, "I could not hitherto. I will tell you what I mean. Until a month ago the property I owned in Honduras required my constant attention, and necessitated my visiting the place once at least in every two years. But, of late, this has become irksome to me-I will explain why in a moment-and my last visit was made with a view to disposing of that property. This I have made arrangements for doing, and I shall go no more to that part of the world. Now," and his voice became very low, but clear, as he spoke, "shall I tell you why I have broken for ever with Honduras?"
"Yes," she said. "You have told me so often of your affairs that you know I am always interested in them. Tell me."
As she spoke, the band was playing the introduction to the last popular waltz, and the few couples who were in the conservatory left for it. A young man to whom Ida was engaged for this dance came in to look for her, but, seeing that she was talking to Walter Cundall, withdrew. It happened that he did not know she was betrothed to Lord Penlyn, but was aware that, last season, every one thought she would soon be engaged to the man she was now with. So he thought he would not disturb them and went unselfishly away, being seen by neither.
Then, as the strains of the waltz were heard from the ball-room, he said:
"It is because I want to settle down in England and make it my home. Because I want a wife to make that home welcome to me, because I have long loved one woman and have only waited until my return to tell her so. Ida, you are that woman! I love you better than anything in this world! Tell me that you will be my wife!"
For answer she drew herself away from him, pale, and trembling visibly, and trying to speak. But no word came from her lips.
"Why do you not answer me, Ida?" he asked. "Have I spoken too soon? But no! that is not possible-you must have seen how dearly I loved you! how I always sought your presence-you must-"
Then she made a motion to him with her fan, and found her voice.
"You cannot have heard," she said, "no one can have told you that-"
"That what! What is there to tell? For God's sake speak, Ida!"
"That