Part of the ball last night was quite delightful, and fortunately the rain had stopped before we started, in fact, I saw the stars shining when I looked out on my way down to tea.  A new man had arrived, Sir Hugh d’Eynecourt, I remember you have often spoken of him.  He is nice-looking though quite old, over forty, I should think.  It appears he has been away from the world for more than two years; he has only come to this party now because Lady Bobby made him; he met her lately, and is a great friend of hers.  The other men, Lord Doraine, &c., were chaffing him by the fireplace—­no one else was down—­and they did say such odd things.  Tom asked him why he had disappeared for so long, and he said, Time was, when—­if one stuck to one’s own class—­to live and love was within the reach of any gentleman, but since the fashion of the long strings of pearls came in, it had become more expensive than the other class, and he could not compete with Jews and financiers, so he had gone to live quietly in Paris.  I don’t know what it meant, but it seemed to amuse them all awfully.

[Sidenote:  The Perfect Height]

When they saw me sitting on the sofa they stopped talking at once, and then began about how horrid the day had been; and Sir Hugh was introduced and asked about you.  He said I was not nearly so pretty as you had been at my age, but I should do, he dared say.  Then when I stood up, and he saw my height, he said that he had always thought five foot seven a perfect measure for women, so I said I did feel disappointed, as I was only five foot six and three-quarters; he laughed and whispered, “Oh yes, I am sure you will do—­very well indeed.”  He is charming, and he says he will be an uncle to me.

At tea Octavia and he and I sat on the big sofa, and Lady Bobby did not like it a bit.  She tried to talk to Lord Valmond, who was fidgeting about, looking as cross as a bear; but he would not stay still long enough to have any conversation.

[Sidenote:  The Quarrel]

As we were going upstairs afterwards, he ran after me and said he must tell me that Sir Hugh was not at all the kind of man I ought to talk so much to, and would I promise him the first dance to-night?  I said No, that I was going to give it to Sir Hugh, and that he had better mind his own business or I would not dance with him at all.  I was not really angry, Mamma—­because he is so nice-looking—­but one is obliged to be firm with men, as I am sure you know.  He turned round and stamped down the stairs again, without a word, in a passion.  At dinner, which I went in to with Mr. Wertz, Sir Hugh was at the other side, and you can’t think how friendly we got.  He says I am the sweetest little darling he has seen in a month of Sundays.  I kept catching sight of Lord Valmond’s face between the flowers—­he had taken in Mrs. Murray-Hartley—­and it was alternately so cross and unhappy looking, that he must have had violent indigestion.