"I did not know what to do when I heard Gussie reading it aloud."
"I knew at once it was yours by the way you looked; but I thought I would
play the vanquished lover, and crave your pardon for my audacity
afterwards," and he looked intently into Dexie's flushed face.
"Believe me, Mr. Traverse, the writer of that letter is not the silly man
one would expect, judging by his foolish words. In everything else he is
worthy of respect."
"Do you think it foolish for a man to love a woman with such love as he
speaks of in the letter?"
"Yes; when the man knows it is useless, he should try and forget her."
"He should try--hum!--well, it seems one does not always succeed in
forgetting, even with much trying. Miss Dexie, you owe me a favor; tell me
honestly how you stand with this lover from over the sea. Are you engaged
to be married to him, yet give him cause to write in such a strain?"
"No, certainly not; I am aware that this letter has given you the
impression that I have been corresponding with the writer, but it is not
so. This is only the second time I have had a letter from him, though I
believe papa hears from him occasionally; but I have never sent him a
line.
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