"I _had_ no right to ask that question, but I shall endeavor to
find it out all the same," a glow of satisfaction filling his heart.
Gussie entered at this moment and Dexie escaped to her room, but Guy did
not think his case quite hopeless as he walked home, thinking it over.
"I believe she does care for me; but shall I ever be able to make her
confess it? She must know how I love her. However, I feel free to go to the
house as usual, and I may not, after all, repeat the moth-and-candle story,
as I feared."
But try as he would, he could not break through the reserve that now
surrounded Dexie like a mantle. She welcomed him with the fewest possible
words when he called on Mr. Sherwood, and she seemed so cool and stiff that
he felt chilled to the heart. It was seldom, indeed, that she addressed a
remark to him during an evening. Yet there were times when, suddenly
turning his eyes in her direction, he would find her looking at him so
intently that his heart would throb with hope and gladness, only to be
chilled again at the first word that fell from her lips. For weeks this
battle with hope and fear went on, and their friendly intercourse seemed to
have come to an end.
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