His manner to her was as kind and respectful as ever,
and she hoped he had almost forgotten the circumstance. How often that
thoughtless act had been regretted no one knew but herself. There was no
chance of adding his name to her list of admirers, for he kept her at a
distance, even when his manner was most kind. She often wondered if his
_city girl_, as she styled her, had yet relented, or if he had given up all
hope of winning her. How he must have cared for her to write such a letter!
If she had learned the true facts of the case, and found out that the
letter was really Dexie's, as she at first supposed, she would have put
aside the fact that her conduct was none the less reprehensible, and would
have used all her arts to win him to her side. As it was, she was more
willing to sit by her father's side during the time Mr. Traverse was
present than at any other time during the day.
One evening when Mr. Traverse was sitting by Mr. Sherwood's bedside, Gussie
also being in the room, one of those sudden attacks that always came on
without a moment's warning seized upon Mr. Sherwood, and Mr. Traverse was
so alarmed that for a moment he lost his presence of mind; but Gussie's
shrill screams, as she rushed out of the room, aroused him.
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