"
Dexie slipped the ring back on her finger, and shook her head.
"It has been discussed enough, Mr. Traverse, please say no more about it,"
she said, shrinking away from the eager, searching looks that made every
moment more embarrassing to her.
"Just a moment, Dexie! Your father said that you asked Mr. Gurney to
release you from any promise between you. When speaking of him that
evening, you told me that you never had met anyone that you liked better.
Tell me, Dexie, have you met anyone _since_ then, that you asked to be
free?" and he bent nearer and looked intently into her face.
Why had he put such a question to her? If she said "No," it would imply
that she still cared for one that was betrothed to another; but she could
not say "Yes," for that might betray her secret.
Guy's face was very near her own, as she answered with a beating heart:
"You have no right to put such a question to me, Mr. Traverse, and please
to remember that I am 'Dexie' to no man but papa," and there was a touch of
anger in her tone, to which, however, Guy gave no heed.
"Excuse me, Miss Dexie, if I have offended you," and a bright smile lit up
his face.
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