I suppose I will never hear the last of it."
"'Pon honor, Traverse, I hope you do not think any of us are mean enough to
refer to the matter again. But come away to the rest, if you are through;
they are at work again, I believe."
"It is all right, Miss Dexie," nodding to her as she appeared in the door.
"He will soon get over it. Is there any objection to a little carpet dance
to finish the evening? That will make Traverse forget to be melancholy if
anything will," he added, in a low voice.
"Very well; as soon as they finish the badges you can help clear the room."
Dexie cast a backward look at Traverse and saw his amused smile, and it was
hard to control her features when his face assumed such a mournful
expression directly Fenerty addressed him.
Half an hour later, tables and chairs were set aside, and the sound that
came forth from the piano, at Dexie's bidding, set agoing the feet of the
dancers. She had played through several dances when Guy came up to her side
with Ada Chester.
"I have brought someone to take your place, Miss Dexie. Play a waltz for
us, Miss Chester," and Guy took Dexie from her seat.
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