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Hugh looked more sober than usual, and listened to the conversation rather than joined in it. 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.
I should not succeed in controlling my temper in the future any better than I have done in the past. I will try to overcome this foolishness. I love Dexie Sherwood too well to wish to bring one moment of sorrow into her life." He left the room and sought his own chamber, and during the hour he sat there in silence he fancied he had buried forever every thought of tender regard for Dexie Sherwood.
When Louie came into her father's room a few moments later, and learned the truth, she threw her arms around Dexie's neck and wept with her. This was the darkest hour they had ever known. But there was no time to indulge in grief at present that would come later and Dexie whispered: "Take Gussie up to her room, Louie, and tell her there, and do not let her come down till she is quiet.
"There is more medicine in those hot bags than in all the doctor's bottles they ease the pain faster than anything else," he presently added. "How is the pain now, papa?" and Dexie bent over him with anxious face. "Better, dear; much better, but it was fearful cutting for awhile. Did I frighten you, dear? You must not mind it so. Jarvis might see to me alone, if you would let her." "Oh!
After the bustle of departure had subsided, the steward came forward bringing a moss-lined basket, filled with choice hothouse flowers, saying: "A gentleman left this in my care, to be delivered to Miss Dexie Sherwood. I believe it belongs to one of you ladies." "Oh, Dexie, they can't all be for you," said Gussie, eagerly, as she reached out her hand and took the basket from the steward's hands.
Dexie had listened with averted face and tear-dimmed eyes to the story as it fell from her father's lips, and she found it hard to meet her hero without betraying something of the feeling which his noble conduct had awakened in her heart. His frequent visits were both a joy and a pain to her, though why she felt glad to hear his step, yet dreaded to meet his glance, she could not have explained.
Jarvis, an excellent nurse, to attend on her husband; and as Dexie shared the nursing and relieved Mrs. Jarvis, Mrs. Sherwood considered she had done her duty well and faithfully. She did not feel strong enough to do very much of the laborious part of nursing, but she was willing to make her appearance in the sick-room when the patient was at his best.
Oh, yes, I confessed that I had met someone that had the first place in my heart," she blushingly admitted. "And you told him what you would not tell me! Oh, Dexie!" "Yes, for I promised him I would be honest with him. This led to explanations on both sides, and to assure him I still felt kindly towards him I agreed to keep and wear his ring.
Ah! that is easier," as Guy seated himself on the bed, and raised his head and shoulders on a pillow with his arm. Supported by Guy's arm, and with his head leaning against Guy's shoulder, Mr. Sherwood embraced his wife, who was led to the bedside by Jarvis, and Dexie bowed her head from the sight of the despair written on her mother's face. The family were soon assembled around the bed. Mrs.
"No, not quite, Dexie, but if you will tell me what you refused to tell Hugh, then I will be," and he drew nearer her side. "Then I guess you can remain unsatisfied, Sir Launcelot, for I will not confess to a feeling I am not sure of possessing." "But you will confess that no one else holds the first place that you love no one else?
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