Sherwood was worse, but hearing his cheerful voice he thought he
would surprise him by showing himself, and he stepped to the bedside, his
hands clasped behind him, and a curious smile played over his face as he
waited.
"Bless my soul! Traverse, what are you doing here at this time of night?"
was the astonished remark as Mr. Sherwood turned and saw who was beside
him.
Traverse laughed pleasantly and drew a chair to the bedside.
"I have been waiting in the next room, fearing you might be ill again at
your usual hour and would need my services."
"And a sorry night you have had of it, I expect. Well, you don't seem much
the worse of it, after all," and he turned and looked curiously towards
Dexie.
"What mischief have you been up to now, Dexie, that you look so guilty?
Come here to me directly!"
"Are you going to scold me, papa?" and she stooped over and kissed him.
"I would like to find out first if you deserve it. I hope you have not been
quarrelling with Traverse, after what I said to you?"
"Well, not all the time," she blushingly answered. "He would not go home at
the proper time, though I tried to turn him out of the house.
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