for to-night, as Mr. Traverse will be here also," and giving no time for
Jarvis to put the questions she was evidently anxious to have answered, she
returned to the parlor.

"How I wish I could peep into the future and understand the programme of
the next few hours," she said to Guy, as she stood by his side in the
shadow of the window-curtain. "I hope it will be short, but I know by the
shiver in my bones that it will not be sweet. Your adversary's weak point
is his temper, as you will see at a glance; so, Guy, don't--whatever the
provocation--don't lose your own, dear."

Mr. Sherwood's bell sounded through the house, but for the first time it
was unheeded by Dexie. She knew what was wanted, but feared to face it,
even with Guy at her side. But Mrs. Jarvis was in attendance, and she now
appeared in the doorway, saying:

"Your father has found out you are home, and he wishes to see you at once."

With one long look at Guy, Dexie followed her. The excitement had sent a
pretty color to her cheeks, and her eyes were brilliant with suppressed
feeling, but she crossed the room to her father's side without giving a
glance in any direction save on her father's face. Apparently she saw
nothing of the dark eyes that brightened so vividly at the sight of her.
Hugh was not expecting anyone to follow her, and coming more slowly into
the room Guy caught the look on Hugh's face, and his own heart rose up in a
protest against it. Guy had time for a good look at Dexie's unwelcome
admirer before his presence was discovered, and he wondered how it was that
Dexie had not lost her heart long ago to this bold, handsome lover who so
openly declared his passion, for the eager, longing gaze that followed
Dexie's movements was easily read.

"Dexie, here is an old friend come to see you," and her father waved his
hand in Hugh's direction.

Dexie turned herself about, her feelings well under control, and even Guy
was surprised at the easy, natural tone in which she replied:

"How do you do, Mr. McNeil? You are like a bit of Halifax, and, as such, an
old friend."

As she gave him her hand she turned instantly about, adding,

"Guy, this is Mr. McNeil, a gentleman we used to know in Halifax. Mr.
McNeil, Mr. Traverse."

Hugh had not noticed Guy's entrance till Dexie turned to introduce him;
consequently he felt slightly embarrassed, but Guy stepped forward with
outstretched hand, and greeted him frankly and heartily.

"Any friend of yours