Guy looked cool and composed and, maybe, a trifle
triumphant. Dexie looked rather paler than usual, and remained almost as
silent as Hugh. This might mean much or little, but something in the manner
of each checked Gussie's light chatter.
When Guy rose to go, Hugh rose also, and asked permission to accompany Guy
to his hotel. Then, promising to return the next day to see Mr. Sherwood,
Hugh followed Guy from the room.
At a look from Guy, Dexie followed them into the hall, and while Hugh put
on his coat and gloves, Guy said, in a tender, reassuring tone, as he
smiled into her anxious face, "Do not be alarmed, dearest; there will be no
shooting, I promise. You can trust your friend with me, and I will see
after his comfort; so good-bye till to-morrow, love."
He bent his head and kissed her, though he was aware that a pair of dark
eyes were watching his every movement.
Hugh was very silent as he walked along. The kindly-spoken "Good-night, Mr.
McNeil," did not make him feel his disappointment less keenly.
When the hotel was reached and his room engaged, Hugh turned to Guy,
saying:
"May I go with you to your room for a little while? I shall go away
to-morrow, I think, and I would like to have a talk with you if you have no
objection.
Pages:
608
609
610
611
612
613
614
615
616
617
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630
631
632