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. He held himself erect as one defying Fate. So had he held himself throughout his trial; Field recognised the attitude.
The song upstairs had ended. They heard the buzz of appreciation that succeeded it. Field turned with the air of a man who had said his say.
"I don't believe in long engagements myself," he said. "They must be a weariness to the flesh."