Hugh felt in his pocket and produced the case.
“You don’t have to tell her things,” said Millicent—“with an X-ray mind, you know.”
Silently Miss Frink accepted the offered morocco case, and opened it under Millicent’s eyes.
“Isn’t she lovely!” exclaimed the girl.
“Yes. Look at that hair and compare Damaris’s with it. Does your sister resemble your mother?” Miss Frink suddenly addressed Hugh.
His tea-cup jingled in his hand.
“I didn’t—I—yes, she does. You have been X-raying, Miss Frink. I didn’t tell you about my sister.”
“No, but Mr. Ogden did. She must be a very fine woman.”
Hugh regarded the speaker with parted lips. Was she about to release the sword of Damocles before these witnesses; or was this all she knew?