"Well, I haven't made much love to her yet, I must confess," he replied,
laughing at Mr. Sherwood's astonished face; "but that is because she won't
let me. She will not give me the chance! indeed, I can hardly get a word
from her at all lately. Does it look to you as if I should be asking for
Miss Gussie, Mr. Sherwood? Believe me, I have never said a word to her more
than has been said in your presence, that would lead to the inference that
I had serious intentions in regard to her. I hope you will not refuse to
give me the one I want."
"Well, well, I don't know what to say, Traverse; it is so sudden. I never
thought of you in connection with Dexie, and upon my word, Traverse, she
doesn't appear to be very much in love with you either, if I am any
judge!" and Mr. Sherwood looked up at Traverse, who was standing by his
couch, his hands clasped behind his back in a waiting attitude. "Now, with
Gussie it would be an easy matter."
"Mr. Sherwood, I am happy to know that you are not indifferent to me, apart
from the fact that I aspire to be your son-in-law. I am sure you will
understand that I mean no offence when I say that while I admire Miss
Gussie I should not care to make her my wife; Miss Dexie is different.
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