, Dexie, is sure to meet a welcome from me. Glad to
know you, Mr. McNeil."

It was impossible to resist the pleasant, affable manner in which Guy
spoke. There was a magnetism in his winning smile and in the cordial grasp
of the hand that attracted Hugh in spite of himself.

As Guy continued speaking, Hugh regarded him intently. Was this the man who
had won Dexie from him? The looks interchanged when Dexie spoke said as
much, and there was an air of ownership in Guy's manner that sent an arrow
through Hugh's heart.

Dexie followed her father's eyes and regarded the two men as they talked,
and the fear at her heart sank out of sight. 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.

She contrasted the two men who sat reading each other's faces as they
talked. Hugh had regained all his former strength and vigor by his
Australian tour. He had also grown stouter and his shoulders broader; but
the same masterful manner, the same quick glance were present, that made
Dexie's heart beat fast when he turned his gaze upon her.

Guy had more the figure of an athlete, and his quiet, easy manner gave the
impression that his passions were well under control. He looked a man to be
trusted; there was a firm, yet tender look in his eyes that was not unfelt
by the man who sat opposite him. Both were handsome men, though of a
different type, but Hugh's face lacked something that could be felt, if not
described in the one opposite.

Gussie's shrill voice in the hall gave Dexie an opportunity to leave the
room, and she hastened to do so, as something had evidently gone wrong, and
Gussie was protesting and scolding in audible tones, though the words were
not intelligible.

"Hush! Gussie! someone is with papa. What is the trouble?"

"Who is it? Is it company of yours that Eliza is so flurried over that she
cannot attend to me?"

"Mr. McNeil has arrived, Gussie; don't let him hear you talk like that."

"Oh! he has come at last, has he? Well, it's high time! How long is he
going to stay, Dexie?"

But her questions remained unanswered, for Dexie was talking to her mother
on domestic matters, and presently they all assembled in Mr. Sherw