There was no chance for further conversation, but Gussie's words raised all
sorts of questions in Hugh's mind, and he watched the couple on the
opposite side of the table, his hopes and fears alternately rising.
Dexie's manner bore out her father's statement, but how was it that Gussie
looked at the matter so differently.
As they rose from the table Guy stood for a moment talking to Mrs.
Sherwood, but Hugh crossed over at once to the window where Dexie was
standing, bending over some flowers.
In his quick, eager tone, Hugh asked:
"Will you give me a few minutes alone, Dexie, when I have come so far on
purpose to see you?"
"I am sorry to hear that request, Mr. McNeil, as it forces me to seem rude
when I would prefer to be cordial. Do not let us renew our old antagonism."
"Dexie, I think, if it ever existed, it has given place to a better
feeling. My heart has been starving for a sight of your face, and you have
grown so beautiful that it is hard to resist the temptation to take you in
my arms."
Dexie shrank away from him, and she gave a quick look at Guy, who was still
talking to her mother, but his smile reassured her.
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