"Well, this is a pleasant surprise, I'm sure. You have made good use of the
time, Traverse," and Mr. Sherwood laughed softly. "You have been rather a
perverse young lady, Dexie, but you have fallen into good hands at last.
You must not leave me yet, dear child, for what should I do without my
little nurse? But, bless my heart! there's three o'clock. You will not get
into your hotel at this hour, Traverse, but I expect you would not sleep
much if you did, so go back into the sitting-room, the both of you, and
finish the night!"
"Thank you, Mr. Sherwood; your liberty adds much to the pleasure. I hope we
have not tired you," he added, as he rose from his seat.
"Not at all! Another drink, Dexie, and be off with you!"
"Don't tell on us, papa," she whispered, as she prepared his drink. "Jarvis
is sure to sleep till I awaken her, and this is not likely to happen
again," laughing.
"Well, better make the most of it, then; so be off with your lover," and he
waved her away from his side.
"It was not so dreadful, after all, to come to my arms before your father,
was it?" Guy asked, a few minutes later.
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