"He is well educated and
very good-looking, if you admire the kind of beauty that goes with olive
skin, eyes like midnight, and hair to correspond. He has a good bank
account also, and would be a good match--for someone else," she added,
laughing softly.
"Did your father favor his suit, that they correspond yet?"
"Oh! yes; and everything was arranged, settlements, and all. Nothing was
lacking--except my consent."
"Then there was never a promise between you? Forgive me, Miss Dexie, if I
seem inquisitive, but I wish very much to know."
"Nothing like a promise! indeed, nothing could be so distasteful as the
thought of such a thing; not even from the first. I never liked him."
"But there is someone else, Miss Dexie. Is there not a promise given to
someone else?" came the eager tones.
"Not exactly a promise, Mr. Traverse; but there is a mutual understanding
that may lead to one. I think you would like my friend, particularly if you
heard him once at the piano," she replied, as her cheeks grew pink.
"Then you are not really engaged, Miss Dexie?"
"Now, Mr. Traverse, I think I have told you enough," she replied, beginning
to feel embarrassed.
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