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The few minutes' silence was broken by Hugh, who hoarsely asked: "Will you give me your promise, Dexie?" "No, I will not!" "But you shall! I swear it! Do you think I am not in earnest?" and the love-light in his eyes was dimmed by a harder and fiercer look. "You will return home my promised wife, or not at all!" They had drifted on and on.
It was quite dark when they reached the wharf, and Dexie was wondering if Lancy knew of her absence when she saw his well-known figure outlined against the sky. He did not know that the object of his anxious thoughts was so near, as he stood looking seaward, with a dark frown upon his face.
"Something is troubling Dexie to-night," he said to himself, as he noticed how unusually silent and preoccupied she remained, even when the merriment seemed at its height.
She no longer sought to evade him, and her soft, rippling laughter, mingling with the low tones of Lancy's voice, was again heard as they lingered over the piano together. This made Hugh mad with jealousy, and the fact became so plain to Dexie that her manner was even more gracious to Lancy when Hugh was by to observe it.
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.
"It is time I was home." "I will take you home presently, Dexie; I want to talk to you a few minutes first," and catching her hands in his he held her close. "But I do not want to be held here! Oh, Lancy! let go my hands. I must go home." "Be quiet and listen to me a minute, Dexie; only a minute.
Gurney's store on Granville Street; but meeting Maud Harrington and Fanny Beverly, they stopped a moment to speak to them. "Which way are you going, girls?" Dexie asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We are on our way home, just now," said Fanny, "but it is a wonder that you girls are not taking advantage of the sleighing, when it will last only a day or two at the most."
"Perhaps it is one of her own compositions that she is trying to keep hidden under a bushel, as it were," said Guy, with a sudden inspiration. "Oh, now you are wrong! and, to prove it, you shall be made to listen to one of my very own pieces as a punishment," and she turned again to the piano. "Dexie, is that your own?" when the last chords had died away.
"I may forgive you this insult, but you may be sure that I will do my best to forget you, just as quickly as I can. I am not given to remembering unpleasant things." "Dexie, do not talk so bitterly; you do not mean it; say you do not, Dexie?" he said, entreatingly.
Lancy was her good friend; why should he not feel sure of it? And a warm pressure of the hand goes a great way towards proving friendship, to say nothing of a stronger feeling. We must go back to Hugh, whom we left driving furiously along the road, his heart full of bitter, angry feelings. He reproached Dexie for her cold, heartless words, and himself for his ungovernable temper.
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