"Is this the fine wedding present you are going to give me, Dexie?"
"I was not in earnest when I spoke, but I will not go back from my word, if you think it will be acceptable," was the low reply.
"If that is the only thing you will give me for a wedding present, I think I won't accept it;" then bending over her, said tenderly, "My darling! I want you to give me yourself!"
Dexie was on her feet in a moment, her embroidery forgotten.
"Mr. Traverse! do you wish to insult me? How little you must respect me, to speak to me like that!"
"My little girl, why will you misunderstand me? Don't you know that I love you with my whole heart—will you not let me tell you?" as she shrank away from him.
"Those are strange words to say to me, Mr. Traverse, after telling us about your approaching marriage; and papa thinks you are a gentleman."
"And you do not!" smiling at her indignant look. "Dearest, you must let me explain," and he came nearer.
"No! I will hear no explanation! there can be none after what you have said! Is it honorable to say such things to me while you are looking forward to marriage with another?" and her eyes flashed angrily.