"My cousin," said Carmela introducing him; "this is his first visit to England."
Sir Mark and the Marchese both bowed and murmured something, indistinctly.
"We are stopping at the Langham Carmela," said Bell brightly, looking up in Miss Cotoner's face; "papa doesn't like our town house you know, and we're going to stay a fortnight in town! Isn't it Jolly?"
"Bell!" reproved her father, "do not use slang I beg of you."
"I can't help it," said the vivacious Bell, "it was born with me, and--Oh my!" with another little scream, "what a good-looking boy! who is he?"
The quartette turned their heads and saw Ronald, looking handsome and high-bred in his frock coat and tall hat, advancing, evidently with the idea of saying good-bye.
"It's Mr. Monteith," said Carmela, paling a little at the thought that she might not see him again. "You are going away?" she asked, aloud, holding out her hand.
"Yes," he answered, gravely; "Mr. Ryan is with me, and I am going to explore the wilds of London."
"Let me introduce you," said Carmela, despite the black looks of Vassalla; "Sir Mark Trevor, Mr. Monteith; Miss Trevor, Mr. Monteith."
The Australian bowed in his usual grave manner, and then said good-bye to Carmela.