“You are thinking,” she said, slowly, “that Angela Caresfoot is a formidable rival.”
Mildred started.
“How can you pretend to read my thoughts?”
She laughed a little.
“I am an adept at the art. Don’t be down-hearted. I should not be surprised if, after all, the engagement between Mr. Heigham and Angela Caresfoot should come to nothing. Of course, I speak in perfect confidence.”
“Of course.”
“Well, the marriage is not altogether agreeable to the father, who would prefer another and more suitable match. But, unfortunately, there is no way of shaking the young lady’s determination.”
“Indeed.”
“But I think that, with assistance, a way might be found.”
Their eyes met, and this time Mildred took up the parable.