Miss Dexie: A Romance of the ProvincesEveleth, Stanford
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Miss Dexie: A Romance of the Provinces
Eveleth, Stanford
Fiction
One day, a few weeks later, as Mr. Sherwood was returning from his office,
he was much surprised to meet Mr. Plaisted on the street, and he stopped
and spoke to him cordially.
"Why, Sherwood! is it you? I never expected to meet you here," and Mr.
Plaisted shook hands with his former partner.
"I am settled here now," replied Mr. Sherwood. "What are you doing in this
part of the country?"
"I am travelling for a New York firm; just arrived in town this morning.
Did I understand you to say you were living here?"
"Yes; we removed from Halifax some time ago. Here is the address; drop in
and see us before you leave town, if you are not pressed for time," and he
handed him a card.
"Thanks! I shall be pleased to call this evening, my kind regards to the
family," and raising their hats the men separated, with but a passing
thought of their former differences.
The presence of Plaisted in the town was a great surprise to the Sherwood
family, and Dexie heard of his intended visit with a frown.
"I am astonished, papa, that you could ask him to call after all that has
happened; but it is like his impudence to accept the invitation, which he
might know was more an act of courtesy than a desire to renew his
acquaintance."
"Let bygones be forgotten, Dexie; it is poor policy to remember old scores
too long. It is enough that there will never be any more business relations
between us. His stay in town is likely to be short, so there is no fear
that he will trouble any of us long."
"Well, I hope you will be careful, and not say anything that he can
misconstrue into an invitation to remain with us overnight. But it will be
just like him to stay, and stay, and stay, till it is too late to go back
to the hotel," said Dexie. "But if he manages, after all, to foist himself
upon us, I'll take a cook's privilege and leave the house--until he is out
of it in the morning, anyway. So remember, papa, I have 'given warning,'"
and she shook her finger at him as she turned to leave the room.
But there was no frown on Gussie's face when she heard of Plaisted's
expected visit. She was only anxious to appear at her best, so she retired
to her chamber and spent the intervening time over a toilet that was meant
to impress Mr. Plaisted afresh. She was ready as ever to turn a listening
ear to his flattery, though she had ample opportunity to realize how empty
and meaningless were his words.
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