Sherwood, adding: "I have come to ask for the
hand of your daughter."
"Oh! that is what you are after, is it?" and Mr. Sherwood leaned back in
his couch and smiled. "I had not given the matter a thought, though I might
have known there were other attractions than a sick man in the house. Well,
Traverse, I am pleased to hear your request, for I have always had a
personal liking for you, and I do not wonder that you have reached my
daughter's susceptible heart. My life is not going to last much longer; the
doctor may bolster me up for a little while, but the end is coming fast. I
feel my strength going daily, and I shall feel relieved to see her settled
in a home of her own before I am gone. Gussie is young and inexperienced,
but you will make her a good, kind husband, I feel sure."
"Oh! but you mistake me, Mr. Sherwood," said Guy, speaking quickly; "it is
not Miss Gussie I am asking for. I admire her beauty and respect her
highly, but it is Miss Dexie I want for a wife."
"Dexie! Man alive! what nonsense is this! You don't mean to tell me that it
is Dexie you have been making love to all this time?" said he, in surprise.
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