"Did you speak to her, Betty?"
"I spoke to her as soon as she came home. It was that that made us late."
"Well? She does not object to William?"
"Not she. I'll tell you a secret," continued Mrs. Dan; "I could see by Mildred's agitation when I told her to-day, that she already loved William. I suspected it long ago."
Mrs. Arkell nodded her head complacently. "I noticed her face when he was talking to her as they sat apart to-night; and I read love in it, if it ever was read. Yes, yes, it is all right. I thought I could not be mistaken in Mildred."
"I say, Aunt Dan, are you coming to-night or to-morrow?" called out William.
"I am coming now, my dear," replied Mrs. Dan; and she walked forward and took her son's arm. William followed with Mildred.
"Now, Mildred, don't you go and tell all the world to-morrow about this wedding of ours," he began; "don't you go chattering to those Pembroke girls."
"How can you suppose it likely that I would?" was the pained answer.
"Why, I know all young ladies are fond of gossiping, especially when they get hold of such a topic as this."