I have held her in my arms and kissed her face;
but forgive me, Traverse, if you can, it is the last time," and giving a
long, imploring look at Dexie, who stood with her face buried in her hands,
added, in a low voice:
"I am ready, Traverse; let us go at once, and may God help me to get over
this," and with his arm drawn through Guy's they both walked out into the
night.
CHAPTER XLII.
One morning when Dexie was out in the back garden whistling like a bird,
and busy about some domestic matters, someone outside the high fence
called:
"Georgie! I say, Georgie! come here a minute."
No answer being received, a shower of small pebbles came over the fence,
and the call was repeated.
Thinking it was Mark Perrin, a wild young lad with whom Georgie was
forbidden to associate, Dexie called out:
"Go away from here at once, you torment, or you'll get your jacket dusted
for you," and hastening to the gate as if eager to perform the operation,
she found Guy Traverse awaiting the promised punishment.
Astonishment rendered her silent for a moment, when she laughingly
exclaimed:
"For pity sake, Guy! was it you threw the pebbles?"
"Yes, and am I to believe that it was you who was whistling?"
"Well, as you took me for Georgie, it must have been well done, so I'll own
to the whistling; but what brings you here so early in the morning? I am
not dressed for visitors at this hour," and she glanced down at her short
frock, that revealed a neat foot and well-turned ankle; then pulling
forward the sun-bonnet that had fallen back from her head, added:
"This is the latest style.
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