"
Before Dexie could reply, Guy Traverse had risen to his feet, and coming
towards the table so that his form partly shielded Dexie from view, said:
"If you have read all you wish of my letter, Miss Gussie, I beg you will
return it to me," and he took it from her hand and thrust it into his
breast-pocket; then turning a woeful face to the astonished guests, he
said:
"Friends, have mercy on a fellow when he is down, and forget what you heard
just now. It was too bad of you, Miss Gussie, to expose a poor fellow's
feelings in that way. I ought to have posted my broken-hearted appeal
before I came in here, but I thought I might be able to think of some
stronger language that would touch the hard heart of my lady-love. I am not
in luck, as you can guess; but do not, I beg of you, let it go any farther.
I appeal to you, as members of T. and B., to keep this matter quiet and not
let it be talked about. Boys, you know how it is yourselves," and in
seeming embarrassment he turned to the window and remained in the shadow of
the curtain.
"Oh! I beg your pardon, Mr. Traverse," Gussie gasped out, properly ashamed
for once.
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