"Paint pictures, I mean! You know I did! Of course, I never meant her face!
But what sort of work is she fond of? What are her talents? I am sure you must know that!"
"Well, now, I really don"t believe I ever asked her what she likes to do best, and she is so unselfish that it would not be fair to judge her by what she is actually doing when I happen to see her, for I am sure that some of her self-imposed tasks are far from pleasant to her. I have heard her called her mother"s right hand. I suppose you know what that means, Miss Gussie?"
Dexie raised her eyes for one moment, but dropped them when she saw Traverse looking at her intently. She was glad it was not a fashionable belle he had chosen for his wife, for she knew what a position she must hold if she was "her mother"s right hand." That term told a long story to one initiated into its duties.
"But I am not going to let you off with such a general answer, Mr.
Traverse," was Gussie"s persistent reply, "so tell me at least _one_ thing that you have seen her engaged in when you called upon her."
"Well, really, Miss Gussie, you fairly puzzle me, for I can"t think of the name of the work which I see her at most frequently," and he looked up as if reflecting on the matter; then glancing over to Dexie, who sat by the side table with a mending basket near, he added, "Oh! now I remember it. It is "family mending," I believe you call it. You just put me in mind of it, Miss Dexie," as Dexie raised an astonished pair of eyes to his face.
A sudden thought struck her, though she instantly refuted the idea, and despised herself for entertaining it for a fraction of a moment; but Guy had witnessed the flush that spread over her face as he uttered the words.
"Oh! how poetic!" and Gussie laughed heartily. "She must be, like Dexie, also, the housekeeper of the family, or at least the eldest daughter in it."
"Why, I thought you were twins, Miss Gussie," said Mr. Traverse, in surprise.
"Well, so we are as to age, but Dexie is years older than I am in other things. She has left the vanities and other worldly things behind her years ago."
"I wish you could see the fine affair that Dexie works at when she sits up with me at night. Where is it, Dexie? Bring it out and let us all have a look at it," said Mr. Sherwood, who had listened in silence to the discussion, and did not wish Traverse to think that Dexie was ignorant of this particularly feminine employment.
"Oh! never mind it just now, papa; I would rather not show it," she replied. But seeing that she had somehow disappointed him, she added, with a smile, "Wait till it is done, papa. It is not easy to judge the looks of an unfinished piece of work. Perhaps I will be able to finish it in time to make it a wedding present to Mr. Traverse." Traverse looked at her with such a happy smile on his face that she made some excuse to turn her chair about, and her fingers trembled so she could scarcely guide the needle.
"What is the matter with me, I wonder?" she thought. "Surely I am not so foolish as to be disturbed by his looks, after what he has just told us!
Surely I am not so weak and foolish as that!"
Although the day had been a pleasant one to Mr. Sherwood, it had also been a trying one, and he began to feel the effects of it. He was getting uneasy and restless, and Dexie soon observed it.
"You are tired, papa. Shall I wheel you to your room?"
"Yes, I think you had better, and call Jarvis at once," and he leaned back white and weak against his pillows.
Guy was on his feet in a moment, and rolled the chair into the next room with a steady, firm hand; while Dexie hurried past him to summon Jarvis, and to get the hot applications which were always kept in readiness for these sudden attacks.
"I fear you are worse than usual to-night. Has my extra visit to-day been more than you were able to bear?" Guy asked, as, with the gentleness of a woman, he lifted him across into his bed.
"No, it is not that; I have been up too long, I guess, and my strength is daily growing less. I ought not to be moved out of bed, perhaps, but it is torment enough to be bolstered up in a chair without staying in bed all day," he added savagely, as the pain began to grow fierce. "Oh! this is awful!"
Guy seemed helpless as he stood on one side to let Jarvis approach the bed.
Dexie came in at that moment with several hot cushions, and with their help they soon had the sufferer more at ease; but for the few minutes the sight of his agony was terrible to witness.
"Don"t go, Traverse; sit down for awhile; I shall soon be better," he said, as soon as he could speak. "There is more medicine in those hot bags than in all the doctor"s bottles--they ease the pain faster than anything else,"
he presently added.
"How is the pain now, papa?" and Dexie bent over him with anxious face.
"Better, dear; much better, but it was fearful cutting for awhile. Did I frighten you, dear? You must not mind it so. Jarvis might see to me alone, if you would let her."
"Oh! I must help you if I can. I could not bear it if I could not do something to relieve you, dear papa," she whispered, as she bathed his flushed face.
Presently Mrs. Sherwood came in to see if her husband was better, and to ask if there could be anything further done for his relief.
"Nothing more, my dear; do not worry about me. You had better go and rest.
Dexie will bring me something hot to drink presently, and that is all I shall want."
"Then I will leave you now with Jarvis, and see about it, papa," and Dexie left the room without saying a word to Mr. Traverse, who had taken a chair and seated himself at the other side of the bed. She was too much taken up with her father"s sufferings to remember that her own heart had cause for grief.
She was some time away from the room, and naturally expected that Mr.
Traverse had left the house, as Mrs. Jarvis said nothing about his still being in the room when she came out to speak to her.
"It is my turn to sit up the first part of the night, Mrs. Jarvis," said Dexie, "so you had better go at once to bed. I will call you if he should be worse, so do not sleep with one eye open. I will be sure to let you know if you are needed."
"Well, Traverse, you astonished me to-night," said Mr. Sherwood, as soon as they were alone in the room; "that was a strange way of beginning your wooing," and there was a smile on his white face as he looked into the manly one before him.
"Yes, I astonished them all," and he laughed softly. "It was quite amusing to see the effect of the announcement on the whole of you. I thought you were going to jump out of your chair; Miss Gussie was evidently surprised, but was not very much put out at the news; and Dexie--well, she hardly expected it, but she seemed pleased to hear she was likely to get rid of me," and he laughed again.
Just then Dexie came into the room carrying a little alcohol lamp with attachments for keeping hot her father"s beef tea, and she stopped abruptly as she saw Traverse, saying almost rudely:
"You here! why I thought you had gone long ago!"
"Come! never mind looking at Traverse; I want my tea. I hope it is strong and hot."
Dexie colored slightly as she poured it out and helped him to raise his head as he drank it, knowing how a pair of eyes were watching her.
"Shall I shake your pillows while you are up, papa?"
"No; they are quite comfortable. Perhaps you don"t care to believe that Traverse is almost as handy a nurse as yourself; but there! he can never be quite so good as my own little girl," and he drew her down to his side.
"You look pale yet, papa. Are you sure the pain is gone? There are more hot cushions outside if you would like them. I wish I could bear the pain for you," she said, in a low tone.
"You cannot do that, little woman, but you can do something else that would make me feel better. Be a little less rude to Traverse here; he is my best friend, and there is no need to snap his head off every time you speak to him. I can"t think what ails you lately, Dexie; you never used to be so quarrelsome."
Dexie flushed painfully and softly replied:
"As _your_ friend, papa, I will try and give him less cause for complaint in the future--if I can help it," she added, without lifting her eyes.
"Well, it is something to have you promise that much itself, but he has not been complaining, Dexie. I am the one who is finding fault, so don"t begin to scold him for that. Now, I am going to try and sleep, so go out of the room, the both of you, and don"t come disturbing me. I will pull the bell if I want anything," and being thus dismissed, Dexie found herself alone with Guy in the sitting-room.
CHAPTER XL.
The house was silent and still. All had retired, and Dexie moved gently about, placing the room in order, wishing that Traverse would make some move to leave the house; but he seemed in no hurry to depart, as he stood with his elbow on the low mantel, watching her.
At last Dexie broke the silence by asking anxiously: