She felt she must get away from everyone and face this new thing that
had come upon her.
As she passed into the hall she found Guy Traverse waiting for her.
"May I ask for a few minutes, Miss Dexie?" he asked, in a low voice. "I
have something I would like to say to you to-night."
"Please excuse me to-night, Mr. Traverse," she replied, without lifting her
eyes. "I do not feel able to see anyone just now."
"Some other time, Dexie, then. Good-night," and he held her hand one moment
in his, and turned to leave the house.
He did not seem particularly pleased to find Gussie waiting at the parlor
door for him; but he intended to pass on and go home.
"Oh! Mr. Traverse you are not going home so soon, surely!" she cried. "I
wanted your opinion of a new book that was sent to me to-day. Is papa not
better?" seeing the altered expression on his face.
"Yes, he is better now, I believe, but you must excuse me to-night, Miss
Sherwood; your book must wait for some future time. Good evening," and the
door closed softly behind him.
As Guy turned the corner of the house, intending to take a short cut to his
hotel through the back garden, there issued from an open window such music
as Guy had never heard before--so soft, so sad, yet so exquisitely sweet
that he stopped for a moment to listen.
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