Something
should be done for the sufferer, he knew not what, and reaching for the
bell-cord that hung over the head of the bed he gave it a hasty pull, and
as he did so Dexie was beside him.
She took in the situation at a glance, her rapid movements relieving Mr.
Traverse from the fear and apprehension that had seized him, and the means
of relief were soon at hand.
"Raise his head on your arm a moment," she said, coming quickly to the
bedside. "Not quite so much; there. I must get this into his mouth somehow.
Thank you. Now, lay him down very carefully." A practical knowledge of
what was required made her movements swift, though quiet, and she worked
about him with a firm, steady hand. She was able to witness her father's
agony and still keep her wits about her; but this was positive proof to her
mother that Dexie had "no feelings."
Mr. Sherwood was soon able to look the thanks he could not express, and
Dexie took a fan that lay near at hand and began, with a gentle motion, to
fan her father's flushed face. Guy noticed for the first time that the
tears were flowing down her cheeks, though she gave no sign of her
distress, nor made any movement to wipe them away lest that act should
betray them.
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