His smile was openly cynical.
"Very kind of you," he said.

"I am somewhat out of my element, I admit.
We are celebrating our engagement." He looked full at Wentworth as he said it with that direct, unflickering gaze of his.
Wentworth did not meet the look quite so fully, but he faced the situation without a sign of discomfiture.
"You are engaged to Lady Violet ?" he said.

"I saw the announcement.
I congratulate you." "Thanks," said Field.
"Rather sudden, isn't it ?" said Wentworth, with a curious glance.
Field's smile still lingered.
"Oh, not really.

We have kept it to ourselves, that's all.

The wedding is fixed for the week after next--for the convenience of Lady Culverleigh, who wants to get out of town." "By Jove! It is quick work!" said Wentworth.
There were beads of perspiration on his forehead, but the night was warm.