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Sherwood found she could not talk to this stern-faced man as she did to Dexie. She felt embarrassed at his replies to her many objections, and the truths that Guy put so plainly she could neither deny nor refute. "It was Mr. Sherwood's wish that our marriage should not be delayed," was his answer to this objection, "and according to Dexie's wishes it will be strictly private.
During the winter the Sherwoods had the opportunity of becoming well acquainted with many of the military fraternity, but Dexie's reserved manner forbade the least familiarity. They were merely friends of her friends, and her dislike to the red-coated gentlemen caused her much good-natured chaffing; but it never annoyed her, for she always had an answer ready for the keenest shaft.
But if you want to dress in the very latest style, you must also have a gorgeous plaid necktie. Shall I buy you one, papa?" "Why, Dexie; how silly you talk," said her mother severely. "What does your father need with new neck-ties while he is lying there on his back?" The tears sprang to Dexie's eyes at once.
She stepped at once to his side as they entered the room, and gave him a sisterly embrace, making Dexie's quiet "good morning" seem a cool greeting in comparison; there seemed a strange restraint between them that neither had felt before, which forbade any show of feeling on either side. This was noticed at once by Mrs.
Hugh's recent voyage from Australia and to New York gave ample opportunity to confine the conversation to questions and descriptions concerning the Island Continent and other places he had visited, and there was an amused smile in Dexie's eyes as she listened, for she knew Guy was keeping up the conversation in order to gain time and study his rival.
Not so Hugh, who was just entering the house, and caught sight of her outline against the window-pane, and, thinking the unlighted parlor vacant but for Dexie's presence, he softly opened the door and stepped to her side.
"Your parents are in the parlor, Dexie; go and make your best bow, before you put on your wraps; Gussie, do likewise," and Cora gave a sweeping look over their figures. "Why, Dexie!" she added, "are you not going to wear any jewelry after all?" and she pointed to the case she had opened for Dexie's selection. "Please, if you don't mind, I would rather not. I feel dressed enough."
As Lancy drove round to the front door Cora ran out and whispered: "Don't speak hastily to her, Lancy. Remember how much depends on the way you put it. But be sure and get her full consent." "What time am I to bring her home?" "As early as possible; if she has not consented by four o'clock, bring her home to mother. You know we have to dress and have tea." "And what about Dexie's fine feathers?"
Dexie's thoughts flew back to her own mother lying listlessly on her sofa so much of the time. How much had she ever done to change the current of her mother's thought? She made a mental memorandum to try the effect of a few bright blooms in her mother's window as soon as she returned home.
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.
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