Still no answer; but Guy seemed to know intuitively what was in her thoughts, and she no longer shrank from him when he stroked her soft hair and drew her closer to his breast.
"Uncover your face and look at me, dearest. Did you not know that I cared for you? Tell me, Dexie."
"I did think so sometimes," was the low reply.
"Then what was the reason you were so cool with me?" smiling down into her blushing face. "Tell me, or I shall believe I know the reason already."
"If you know, why do you ask?" was the shy reply.
"Because I would like to hear you say it yourself. Confess it, now, or must I say it myself?"
She endeavored to release herself from his encircling arm, but he held her close as he whispered:
"You love me already. You know you do; so own it now."
A pair of eyes, glorious with the love-light that shone in them, were raised to his, and as he read his answer in their depths, the happy lover whispered,