Traverse will be here also," and giving no time for
Jarvis to put the questions she was evidently anxious to have answered, she
returned to the parlor.
"How I wish I could peep into the future and understand the programme of
the next few hours," she said to Guy, as she stood by his side in the
shadow of the window-curtain. "I hope it will be short, but I know by the
shiver in my bones that it will not be sweet. Your adversary's weak point
is his temper, as you will see at a glance; so, Guy, don't--whatever the
provocation--don't lose your own, dear."
Mr. Sherwood's bell sounded through the house, but for the first time it
was unheeded by Dexie. She knew what was wanted, but feared to face it,
even with Guy at her side. But Mrs. Jarvis was in attendance, and she now
appeared in the doorway, saying:
"Your father has found out you are home, and he wishes to see you at once."
With one long look at Guy, Dexie followed her. The excitement had sent a
pretty color to her cheeks, and her eyes were brilliant with suppressed
feeling, but she crossed the room to her father's side without giving a
glance in any direction save on her father's face.
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