He had also grown stouter and his shoulders broader; but
the same masterful manner, the same quick glance were present, that made
Dexie's heart beat fast when he turned his gaze upon her.
Guy had more the figure of an athlete, and his quiet, easy manner gave the
impression that his passions were well under control. He looked a man to be
trusted; there was a firm, yet tender look in his eyes that was not unfelt
by the man who sat opposite him. Both were handsome men, though of a
different type, but Hugh's face lacked something that could be felt, if not
described in the one opposite.
Gussie's shrill voice in the hall gave Dexie an opportunity to leave the
room, and she hastened to do so, as something had evidently gone wrong, and
Gussie was protesting and scolding in audible tones, though the words were
not intelligible.
"Hush! Gussie! someone is with papa. What is the trouble?"
"Who is it? Is it company of yours that Eliza is so flurried over that she
cannot attend to me?"
"Mr. McNeil has arrived, Gussie; don't let him hear you talk like that."
"Oh! he has come at last, has he? Well, it's high time! How long is he
going to stay, Dexie?"
But her questions remained unanswered, for Dexie was talking to her mother
on domestic matters, and presently they all assembled in Mr.
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