She would not see him the last time he was here.
Oh, dear! I shall be so glad when Guy comes in!"
"Give me one little bit of comfort to cheer my heart this sad day, Dexie.
Tell me, what is Guy Traverse to you--do, Dexie?"
"Dear Louie, you _shall_ know, if you think it will comfort you any. He is
my promised husband."
"I thought so all the time, and I am so glad!" and she turned away to
prepare Gussie for the dreaded hour.
The time passed heavily and sadly, until the day drew near its close. Mrs.
Jarvis was sitting near the bed, watching, with the eyes of an experienced
nurse, for any change, and presently she bent over Dexie, who was kneeling
by the bedside, and whispered:
"I think I had better bring back your mother. Do you think she can bear
it?"
"She _must_ bear it!" Dexie answered, with a sob.
As Jarvis left the room, Guy quietly entered it, and saw at a glance that
the end was near. Dexie gave him one appealing look as he came beside her.
Bending over, he laid his arm across her shoulder, and whispered:
"Is there anything I can do, darling?"
Dexie shook her head, and the look on her face told of the anguish that was
wringing her heart.
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