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We will find something pleasant to take up her attention until Lancy comes home, and by that time she will have had time to think of the matter in a different light." "But do you think she will consent to whistle after all, Mrs. Gurney? That is the main thing." "Certainly; I have no fear. If the matter is put before her in a serious light, she will be sure to do what is honorable.
But if Guy Traverse had no knowledge of this letter he was present when Gussie held out the answer across the table, with the words: "Here is an extra heavy letter from over the sea, Dexie, and that bold handwriting tells the identity of the writer at a glance, so there is no use to deny that it is from Lancy Gurney."
I am sure you are not sorry that you came here to-night." "No, papa; but I do hope that Mrs. Gurney will be pleased. I whistled for her and Lancy to-night, and if they are satisfied, that is enough. But, listen! That is Gussie's voice; that is the duet between her and Miss Burns. Oh, I do hope they will applaud her heartily!"
There they all are, the Intendant and the rest, sitting down to the tables. There was Capitaine Lancy, M'sieu' Cadet, M'sieu' Cournal, M'sieu' le Chevalier de Levis, and M'sieu' le Generale, le Marquis de Montcalm. I am astonish to see him there, the great General, in his grand coat of blue and gold and red, and laces tres beau at his throat, with a fine jewel.
I can't imagine myself living with you day after day, and performing the little daily services for you that come so naturally from your mother, and which goes to make your father's life so comfortable and happy." "Why need you pattern your future life after that of my mother; your mother does not " Lancy paused in embarrassment.
"Let us go to the summer-house, Lancy, and I think I can satisfy your mind on one point, and that is, if I fail to appreciate your attentions as you think they deserve, you need not lay the blame on Hugh McNeil," and, standing under the shadow of the swinging vines, Dexie related the substance of the interview on the kitchen roof the evening before they left Halifax.
Don't drive straight home; let us have our drive without changing the sleigh," she added, in a low voice. "No, I want you alone; there is too much room here to please me," he replied, with a smile. "Oh! stop a minute, Lancy," cried Elsie, a moment later. "There is Maud Harrington and Fanny Beverly; I want to speak to them. Do ask them to come for a drive." "Elsie, are you crazy? in this sleigh?
He would have followed her into the house as well, forgetting that Dexie's face would tell tales, but she stopped him at the door. "I don't want to see you any more to-night, Lancy; I really don't," she said, as they stood a moment in the front hall. "You are displeased with me for telling you that I love you.
"Do whistle another piece, Miss Sherwood," said Susan. "It will give us great pleasure to hear you." Lancy turned over the leaves of a book, then placed it on the piano, saying: "Try that, Dexie, and I'll whistle with you." It would be hard to express the pleasure that this exquisite bird-song gave to those who listened.
Sherwood kept the matter to himself; but the fact that both Hugh and Lancy intended to put the ocean between them and herself, even for a short time, gave her a sense of relief and security which she would have found it difficult to explain. One day, a few weeks later, as Mr. Sherwood was returning from his office, he was much surprised to meet Mr.
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