"Promise me five minutes alone! only five minutes!" he begged, as Dexie
tried to pass him. "You will surely grant me that small favor before you
go! I must speak to you, Dexie, even if you refuse me a private interview."
"I have no right to grant even 'five minutes' interview' to my sister's
lover," was the cool reply. "You can have nothing to say to me that might
not be said before the whole family."
"Am I your sister's lover? You know better, Dexie! I have been blinded by
her pretty face, but my eyesight has returned to me. I want something more
than beauty in my future wife," and he tried to catch her hand.
But Dexie was too quick for this movement, and she hotly replied:
"And I hope you may get it! May she be blessed with a temper hot enough to
make even a Frenchman tire of dancing to the music of her tongue!" and with
this retort she flew past him, and the door slammed behind her.
Hugh stood for a moment and gazed after her; then, turning on his heel,
pulled the ends of his long moustache into his mouth as he muttered to
himself:
"Not so bad, my little girl! The hot temper is there fast enough, but it
won't make me dance, unless it will be for joy at getting the owner of it.
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