He
tried to seek into the trouble, but could find no explanation of it.
Mr. Sherwood was able now to be lifted to a wheeled chair or couch, and as
he could be gently wheeled from room to room, he found the change quite
agreeable. The time did not seem so long as when he was confined within
four walls.
There were times when Dexie thought her father might be spared for years
instead of months, but when one of his attacks of pain seized him such
hopes as suddenly sank away. His mind was more free from care, since his
lawyer, Mr. Hackett, had brought his business matters to a satisfactory
state; but his visits to the house were always times of trial. Mrs.
Sherwood would listen to no explanations that would bring to her mind the
thought of her husband's decease. But someone had to stand in the gap, and,
as usual, it was Dexie; she it was to whom Mr. Hackett explained the many
papers and the various transactions to which their contents related.
"What is the matter between you and Traverse, Dexie?" said Mr. Sherwood one
day, as Dexie sat by his side, writing at his dictation. "Never mind about
that story now; I have forgotten how I intended to end the matter.
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