"My father told me that he had asked you to come and fish, but I did
not expect to meet you so early. I--I fear that I am disturbing you,"
and she made as though she would be going.
Arthur felt that this was a contingency to be prevented at all
hazards.
"You are Miss Caresfoot," he said, hurriedly, "are you not?"
"Yes--I am Angela; I need not ask your name, my father told it me. You
are Mr. Arthur Heigham."
"Yes. And do you know that we are cousins?" This was a slight
exaggeration, but he was glad to advance any plea to her confidence
that occurred to him.
"Yes; my father said something about our being related. I have no
relations except my cousin George, and I am very glad to make the
acquaintance of one," and she held out her hand to him in a winning
way.
He took it almost reverently.
"You cannot," he said with much sincerity, "be more glad than I am. I,
too, am without relations. Till lately I had my mother, but she died
last year."
"Were you very fond of her?" she asked, softly.
He nodded in reply, and, feeling instinctively that she was on
delicate ground, Angela pursued the conversation no further.
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