Tell me
what has happened between you two."
"Indeed, papa, there is nothing. Mr. Traverse has probably something else
to take up his attention, and he has been away to New York, I hear, so I
daresay he is too busy to drop in as often as he used to do. Never mind
him; it is a pity not to complete this story when it is so nearly finished.
Let me read what I have written down, then perhaps you will remember what
you were going to do with this singular young lady."
"Oh, no! Put the thing out of sight! I'm sick and tired of her already. I
miss Traverse, Dexie, and if you have had a quarrel, make it up for my
sake. He brings a world of sunshine with him when he comes."
"We have not quarrelled, papa; that is not the reason he has not been in.
But I will tell Gussie to ask him to come in to-night; she will see him at
the T. and B. rooms."
"Why can't you ask him yourself, Dexie? Queer that he has not been in
lately! There was never a day but he would run in for a few minutes during
some part of it; so ask him yourself to come in and see me."
"I am not going out to-night, papa dear, but I will write him a note, if
you say so," and she drew some tiny sheets from among the scattered MS.
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