"You seem to have remembered everyone but me, Dexie. You have not even a kind word to give me."
"Well, I have not an unkind word either, Mr. McNeil, so that ought to count for something, I think," and she stooped to pick up some paper from the floor, "but I think you deserve a good many for the ridiculous mistake you made when you came in."
"I made no mistake, except that of thinking the room held no one but yourself. Give me a chance to prove it, Dexie."
Dexie pretended not to hear, but turned the conversation by saying:
"I have not congratulated you on the good fortune you have met while we were away."
"Well! I think it is time you did," Gussie answered, awake to the fact that a low conversation was being held near her. "I am sure it is no everyday affair to fall heir to a fortune. Weren't you surprised when I wrote to you about it?"
"Yes, very," and the memory of the letter brought a smile with it. "And if the possession of money means happiness, I presume Mr. McNeil feels raised to the seventh heaven of bliss."
"Not yet, Dexie, but I am looking forward to the 'seventh heaven' you speak of."
"Mrs. Gurney mentioned that you thought of going abroad. I hope Lancy's absence has not interfered with your plans, Mr. McNeil?" and she made a move to ascend the stairs.
"Would you like to go abroad, Dexie?"