"'You!' said he, in utter amazement. 'Isn't your name Gualtier?' "'Oh no,' said I; 'that is a name which I adopted, when a music-teacher, for professional purposes. Foreign names are always liked better than native ones. My real name is M'Kenzie. The late Earl knew all about it, and so does Lady Chetwynde.' "The doctor looked a little puzzled, but at last accepted my explanation and went off. Still I don't like the look of the thing." "No," said Hilda, who had listened with no great interest, "it's not pleasant. But, after all, there was no danger even if he had thought you an impostor." "Pardon me, my lady; but doctors are great gossips, and can send a story like this flying through the county. He may do so yet." At another time Hilda would have taken more interest in this narration, but now she seemed so preoccupied that her usual vigilance had left her. Gualtier noticed this, but was scarcely surprised. It was only a fresh proof of her infatuation. So after a few moments of silent thoughtfulness he left the room. CHAPTER XLIV. A STRANGE ENCOUNTER. On the day after Gualtier's interview with Hilda, Lord Chetwynde was still in London, occupied with the business which had brought him there. It was between ten and eleven in the morning, and he was walking down Piccadilly on his way to the City, where he had an appointment with his solicitors. He was very much preoccupied, and scarcely noticed any thing around him. Walking on in this mood he felt his arm seized by some one who had come up behind him, and a voice exclaimed: "Windham! by all that's great! How are you, old fellow?" and before he had time to recover from his surprise his hand was seized, appropriated, and nearly wrung off by Obed Chute. To meet Obed Chute thus in London was certainly strange, yet not so very much so, after all. London is vast, multitudinous, enormous--a nation rather than a city, as De Quincey well remarks--a place where one may hide and never be discovered; yet after all there are certain streets where strangers are most frequent, and that two strangers should meet one another here in one of these few thoroughfares is more common than one would suppose. After the first surprise at such a sudden greeting Windham felt it to be a very natural thing for Obed Chute to be in London, and evinced as much pleasure at meeting him as was shown by the other. "Have you been here ever since your return to England?" he asked. "Oh no," said Windham, "I've only been here a short time, and I have to leave this afternoon." "I'm sorry for that; I should like to see you--but I suppose it can't be helped; and then I must go back immediately." "Ah! You are on your way to America, then?" "America! Oh no. I mean--go back to Italy." "Italy?" "Yes; we're all there yet." "I hope Miss Chute and your family are all well?" said Lord Chetwynde, politely. "Never better," said Obed. "Where are you staying now?" "In Naples." "It's a very pleasant place."