“Oh no, I’m sure she wouldn’t, Clifford. She’s coming to have tea with us to-night.”
“Well, mind you don’t tell,” he said threateningly.
“Of course, I won’t. You can trust me. I say, Clifford.”
“Well?”
“What do you think I used to want to do?”
“Haven’t the slightest idea.”
She hesitated a moment. “Shall I tell you?”
“If you like.”
“Well, I used to want to marry Henry Ainley!”
“Did you, though,” said Clifford, not very interested.