"You will find your clothes in the basket, Gussie, whenever you choose to
iron them," Dexie quietly replied, unmoved by Gussie's insolent manner,
"and remember, Gussie, I positively refuse to do them for you again--never
once again, remember!"
Glancing out the window she saw Guy Traverse approaching the house, and not
wishing him to see Gussie in her present humor she took her hat, intending
to meet him at the door and take him to the garden; but her mother called
her just then, and when she came downstairs Guy was standing in the hall.
"You are not going out, surely, Dexie?" said Gussie, coming out to see who
she was talking to. "Mamma would not let you go if she knew that you
refused to do what I told you. It would be better for you to go to the
kitchen and finish your work, instead of gadding about with the men."
"My work is done for the day, Gussie; it is your work that is waiting in
the kitchen," and she hurried down the steps, with Guy closely following,
his face dark with anger at the insulting words he had heard used to his
promised wife.
"And this is the way they treat you, my darling!" he said, as he reached
her side.
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