At a look from Guy, Dexie followed them into the hall, and while Hugh put on his coat and gloves, Guy said, in a tender, rea.s.suring tone, as he smiled into her anxious face, "Do not be alarmed, dearest; there will be no shooting, I promise. You can trust your friend with me, and I will see after his comfort; so good-bye till to-morrow, love."
He bent his head and kissed her, though he was aware that a pair of dark eyes were watching his every movement.
Hugh was very silent as he walked along. The kindly-spoken "Good-night, Mr.
McNeil," did not make him feel his disappointment less keenly.
When the hotel was reached and his room engaged, Hugh turned to Guy, saying:
"May I go with you to your room for a little while? I shall go away to-morrow, I think, and I would like to have a talk with you if you have no objection."
"Certainly! I shall be glad of your company," and Guy led the way to his room.
"It is no use, Traverse," he said, as Guy tried to draw him into a conversation on matters in general. "I have no thoughts but for one thing, and am no company for any man, least of all you; but I want to ask a favor of you. Tell me of your plans for the future, and let me help you, even in the smallest way, to bring them about. I coveted wealth at one time, thinking if I had it all else would come easy; but I have found my money a burden, because I could not put it to the one use for which I longed to possess it. Do not be offended, Traverse," for Guy was looking at him intently, and with a puzzled face; "what I want to say, I say with a good heart towards you. In business matters, you know, money alone is power. Is there anything that money could do for you--any position it could procure for you, which would give Dexie pleasure to see you fill? I am sure you are ambitious--in your position I would be myself; so tell me your hopes and plans, and let me help you." "You are most kind, Mr. McNeil, and I thank you for your generous offer," and he held out his hand, which Hugh clasped heartily. "I was not prepared for this, but expected to hear reproaches heaped upon me. I see I did not know you. I am deeply sensible of the kind thought that suggested this; but I have no need of the help you so kindly offer. I own to being ambitious, but it is the want of brains more than money that hampers me at present. Yes," as Hugh looked up inquiringly, "I am of an inventive turn of mind, and if I can work out the problems that are hatching in my brain I will win fame as well as money. Your offer is none the less kind because I cannot accept it. I am sure it will give Dexie much pleasure to hear of your kindness."
"You do not wish me to have any share in your happiness," Hugh said, with downcast features. "Well, I daresay I would feel the same myself were I in your place; but, be generous, Traverse. Think how long I have loved her, before you ever saw her at all, and contrast the blank my life will be with the happiness in store for you in the future. Let me do something for you, Traverse."
"Believe me, McNeil, if there was anything you could do for me I would gladly accept it, if only by way of atonement--not that I think that I alone stood in your way, but for the pleasure I know it would be to you to serve her or hers. My position is better than most men of my age, and since I have won Dexie"s hand I have frequently thought there is nothing more I require to make me contented and happy."
There was a few minutes" silence, when Hugh asked, with a perceptible paleness in his dark face,
"When do you expect to be married?"
"She will not leave home while her father lives; whether we shall be married while he is so ill, I cannot say. Much depends on circ.u.mstances.
Her father is a very sick man, though owing to his cheerfulness the fact is not apparent to everyone."
The conversation was carried on until the clock struck the midnight hour.
Hugh seemed to lay bare his heart to his successful rival, and Guy listened in surprise to the account of his many efforts to win Dexie"s favor, even so far as to tell of the unfortunate boat sail and its consequences.
Guy"s heart was full of pity as he listened. How much Hugh loved her when, in spite of the rebuffs and scornful refusals, he could be so blinded by pa.s.sion as to dare attempt to win a promise by such rash and desperate means! Dexie"s love for himself seemed all the greater since it had stood such a siege from this fierce, pa.s.sionate man, and Guy wondered no longer that Dexie was alarmed when she heard of his coming.
When Hugh mentioned what Gussie had said of the "city girl," Guy could not help smiling, and explaining the circ.u.mstances that gave rise to the story, added:
"I believe it was one of your letters that Gussie captured that night, Mr.
McNeil; but as I played the lover and claimed the letter, Gussie felt obliged to believe me, and my imaginary city girl has kept her quiet ever since."
"I can well believe the distress Dexie felt when she heard the letter read aloud. You did a kind act that not one in a hundred would have dared to do.
No wonder she loves you. But away so far from her, it seemed that I could not bear my life if I did not tell her, even on paper, what was in my heart. I am glad to know you, Traverse; if I cannot win her myself, it is a comfort to know she is in such good keeping."
At last Hugh rose to go, and the hands of the accepted and the rejected lover met in a warm, friendly grasp.
The next day when Hugh made his appearance at Mr. Sherwood"s, and made known the fact that he had spent the forenoon with Guy at his office, Dexie looked her surprise, but she blushed with pleasure to hear his words of praise when speaking of her lover.
Hugh remained several days in Lennoxville, but he seldom made his appearance at the house unless in company with Guy.
Gussie could not understand this at all, but her spiteful remarks were so wide of the mark that they were only amusing.
She needed no one to tell her that Hugh was as much in love with Dexie as ever, yet why he allowed Guy Traverse to monopolize her was a mystery that was incomprehensible.
Hugh spent the last evening of his stay at the Sherwoods", and, in spite of Gussie"s raillery, he was silent and sad; even Guy could not rouse him into cheerfulness.
During the evening he obtained a few minutes" conversation with Mr.
Sherwood, and his low, earnest words brought a mist to the eyes of the sick man.
"I am truly sorry for your disappointment, Hugh," was the low reply, "but you prove beyond a doubt that her happiness is still dear to you when you propose to do such a thing. But wait awhile, and think it over. You may form other ties, and there may be others who will have a stronger claim on you than the wife of Guy Traverse. Oh, yes! yes! I know the money is your own, and you can do what you like with it, but Dexie would not approve of this, neither would Traverse."
A few minutes before it was time to leave for the train Guy came behind Hugh and whispered a few words in his ear, words that sent a flash of light and joy into his dark, sad face.
"G.o.d bless you, Traverse, for this kindness; I was getting desperate; five minutes will suffice," was the reply, and he slipped out of the room, crossed the hall, and a moment more was standing by Dexie"s side.
"Traverse told me you were here, Dexie, and that I might come and say good-bye to you alone," and taking her hands in his own, added:
"Dexie, if there should come a time when you need a friend, or if you should ever be in trouble, will you promise to let me know and let me be the one to help you? You know how gladly I would serve you."
"Thank you, Mr. McNeil, you are very kind; I will not forget your offered help. I hope you will have a pleasant journey home," and she drew away her hands and turned away.
"Dexie, when we parted in Halifax you gave me angry looks, even at the moment of parting, but there was a hope in my heart that helped me to bear it. It is different now; do not add to my present misery the memory of your cool, indifferent words. Lift up your face and say, "Good-bye, Hugh." Do, Dexie."
Dexie stood irresolute a moment, then, giving him her hand, she lifted her eyes, and said in a low tone:
"Good-bye, Hugh; I did not mean to be cool or indifferent, for you have been kinder than I dared to expect."
Something in her tone and words swept Hugh"s self-control to the winds, and he clasped her to his heart.
"My darling! my darling! must I indeed say good-bye forever; it is like parting with you at the grave," and his hot kisses touched cheek and brow.
"I cannot bear it, Dexie. Oh! if I could die now with you here in my arms; my darling! my darling!"
A soft knock at the door, and a moment later Guy entered.
"Time is up, McNeil, if we want to catch the train." Then putting his arm across Dexie"s shoulders, as he noticed her pale face and quivering lips, said:
"Has it been too much for you, dearest? It was the last time, you know."
"How could you, Guy! How _could_ you send him here to me alone!" came the low, trembling words.
"It was no use, Traverse; the first kind word unmanned me, and made me forget that you trusted me. I have held her in my arms and kissed her face; but forgive me, Traverse, if you can, it is the last time," and giving a long, imploring look at Dexie, who stood with her face buried in her hands, added, in a low voice:
"I am ready, Traverse; let us go at once, and may G.o.d help me to get over this," and with his arm drawn through Guy"s they both walked out into the night.
CHAPTER XLII.
One morning when Dexie was out in the back garden whistling like a bird, and busy about some domestic matters, someone outside the high fence called:
"Georgie! I say, Georgie! come here a minute."
No answer being received, a shower of small pebbles came over the fence, and the call was repeated.