As his business kept him in town for several days, his calls were
quite frequent, but he found no chance of annoying Dexie, save by the one
small and spiteful way of addressing her as "Miss Dexter," and the quick,
angry glance that was flashed at him as he said it told that she resented
it.
One afternoon, when he was in the parlor chatting with Gussie, Dexie came
into the room on some errand, and her slight bow of recognition gave him an
opportunity to ask, in his sneering manner, if she was "keeping her smiles
for the disconsolate lovers she had left behind her in Halifax?"
A sharp retort rose to her lips, but she repressed it, and her lip curled
with scorn as she answered his sallies in the coolest terms that common
civility allowed. He might as well have tried his cutting speeches on an
iceberg for all the satisfaction he received, so he dropped back to the
only source of annoyance at his command.
"Can I trouble you for a drink of water, Miss _Dexter_?" he said, with a
malicious grin.
Dexie took no notice of this request, knowing it was made only for the
purpose of using her detested name.
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