"I never imagined the letter was yours," and hiding her burning
cheeks in her hands she hurriedly left the room and flew to her chamber,
wondering how she could ever look those people again in the face.
Traverse had given Dexie time to recover herself, and in a steadier voice
than she could have commanded a few moments before, she asked the friends
to drop their work, and come into the next room for refreshments.
This was a welcome interruption to all; everyone felt glad to hide the
uncomfortable feeling that Gussie's act had thrown over them, and merry
groups formed in the dining-room as Dexie passed among them. The
uncomfortable scene in the parlor was put out of sight, if not out of
mind, and no one wondered that Guy Traverse did not make his appearance
amongst them.
As soon as Dexie saw she would not be missed for a few moments, she ran up
to Gussie's room.
"Come down at once, Gussie. You cannot stay away from our guests without
making yourself look worse in their eyes. The sooner you make amends for
your unpardonable act, the better it will be for yourself."
"Oh! Dexie, I was never so ashamed in my life! I never dreamt it was his
letter; I thought it was yours.
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