"
"Oh, dear! I don't want to go near him; but I suppose I must, if there is
any chance of convincing him that I am safe, after all."
The doctor looked up in surprise when Dexie appeared in the room with Mrs.
Gurney a short time after. Was it this slip of a girl that had wrought such
mischief?
"So this is _your_ work," and he waved his hand towards the bed.
Dexie flashed an angry look at him, saying in a low voice:
"I beg your pardon, sir, I think Mr. McNeil can blame himself and no one
else. What can I do, Mrs. Gurney?"
Hugh was tossing about in restless delirium, muttering broken sentences;
and the piteous cry of "Dexie! oh, Dexie!" rang through the room.
"Speak to him; perhaps he will realize you are here," said Mrs. Gurney.
The doctor placed a chair by the bedside for her, then stood by the foot of
the bed, watching.
"I never meant it, Dexie; I would not throw you over for worlds; forgive
me."
Dexie knew that the memory of the scene on the roof was troubling his mind,
and the anguish depicted on Hugh's face brought such a lump into her throat
that she could not speak a word.
"Come back into the boat with me; I'll promise to take you home," he cried.
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