Apparently she saw
nothing of the dark eyes that brightened so vividly at the sight of her.
Hugh was not expecting anyone to follow her, and coming more slowly into
the room Guy caught the look on Hugh's face, and his own heart rose up in a
protest against it. Guy had time for a good look at Dexie's unwelcome
admirer before his presence was discovered, and he wondered how it was that
Dexie had not lost her heart long ago to this bold, handsome lover who so
openly declared his passion, for the eager, longing gaze that followed
Dexie's movements was easily read.
"Dexie, here is an old friend come to see you," and her father waved his
hand in Hugh's direction.
Dexie turned herself about, her feelings well under control, and even Guy
was surprised at the easy, natural tone in which she replied:
"How do you do, Mr. McNeil? You are like a bit of Halifax, and, as such, an
old friend."
As she gave him her hand she turned instantly about, adding,
"Guy, this is Mr. McNeil, a gentleman we used to know in Halifax. Mr.
McNeil, Mr. Traverse."
Hugh had not noticed Guy's entrance till Dexie turned to introduce him;
consequently he felt slightly embarrassed, but Guy stepped forward with
outstretched hand, and greeted him frankly and heartily.
Pages:
597
598
599
600
601
602
603
604
605
606
607
608
609
610
611
612
613
614
615
616
617
618
619
620
621