"I hope it is not needful for me to assure Mr. Traverse how glad I am to
hear of his approaching marriage," came the cool, stiff words from Dexie's
lips. "I hope that hereafter he will see fit to bestow his obnoxious
attentions exclusively on the lady of his choice."
"Why, Dexie," said her mother in surprise, "you are forgetting yourself."
"I stand adjudged!" and Guy smiled serenely, as he exchanged looks with Mr.
Sherwood. "But I regret to say that the lady in question has not cared to
monopolize my attentions so exclusively as I could wish, and they have
overflowed, as it were, upon others occasionally. I beg to hope, Miss
Dexie, that in the future you will have no cause to consider my attentions
obnoxious."
"Well, give _me_ your attention just now, Mr. Traverse," said Gussie,
lifting up a skein of silk for him to hold, and beginning to wind it off.
"Does the future Mrs. Traverse indulge in this work?"
"Well, now, I really don't know, Miss Gussie; but if the knowledge of it is
important I am sure she can do it, though I may never have seen her at it."
Dexie was suffering agonies of mind.
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