Wishing for a certain volume that had reference to the matter, Dexie rose to get it from the bookcase, but not finding it readily Traverse came over to assist her. The search went on in silence for some time, when Guy said in a low tone:
"Is there any quarrel between us, Miss Dexie, that we so seldom speak to each other?"
"Not that I know of, Mr. Traverse," Dexie replied, dropping her eyes to the lowest shelf.
"Then, why are you so silent when I am near? We used to be good friends, but now you cut me to the heart by your cold looks and cruel speeches. What has come between us?"
"Nothing that I know of, Mr. Traverse, and if my words and looks do not please you there is a way to keep out of the reach of both."
"You are an enigma hard to solve, Miss Dexie," was the smiling reply; "but I intend to find the solution, and until then you will not find it easy to drive me away."
"As you please," and catching sight of the book she was looking for, she turned hastily from him and seated herself by her father's side.
Guy felt in little humor to continue the discussion. He felt that Dexie's manner was but a cloak to hide her true feelings from him, and finding it impossible to draw her into further conversation he rose to leave the room.
"May I speak to you a few moments in the hall?" he quietly asked, as he bent over her chair.