She turned to enter the house, but Hugh had not gained this opportunity merely to let it slip by, so he boldly stepped before her and shut the window, and his exultant face was a strong contrast to the expression depicted on Dexie’s.

They stood thus face to face for several moments, silently regarding each other—­Hugh flushed with triumph, his eyes glowing with a feeling of victory; Dexie, her heart beating fast in her anger, white and defiant as she regarded her audacious companion.

It was Dexie who broke the silence.  In a tone of the utmost contempt she said, as she waved him aside: 

“Stand back out of my way and let me pass,” and she moved towards the window.

“Not yet, Dexie, just hear me for a moment.  I want to speak to you.”

“Not a word, sir, let me pass at once!  How dare you keep me here against my will!”

His tone of entreaty changed to command.

“Because it is my will that you shall hear me,” and his face grew paler as he spoke.  “For once you shall listen to what I have to say.  I can be silent no longer.”

“Well, if you must unburden your mind, talk to the chimney there; it will care quite as much for what you have to say as I. It is quite in keeping with the estimate I had formed for you, to keep me here a prisoner on the house-top.  Stand aside at once and let me enter the house.”

“Dexie,” he said more firmly, “I am not going to let you pass until I tell you what I came here to say.  Is it not enough that I am to lose the sight of your bright face for such long, weary weeks, that I must be refused these few moments—­moments that I must perforce steal from you if I am to get them at all?  Do I need to tell you what a blank my life will be while you are away; and not only a blank, but a fearful dream of blasted hopes and weary longing?  Oh, Dexie, take away some of the bitterness that your absence will cause, by giving me, at least, the promise that you will not forget me while you are away.”

“Not forget you, indeed!” she said in a rising voice.  “I may forgive you this insult, but you may be sure that I will do my best to forget you, just as quickly as I can.  I am not given to remembering unpleasant things.”

“Dexie, do not talk so bitterly; you do not mean it; say you do not, Dexie?” he said, entreatingly.  “You are vexed at being kept here against your will; come, then, let us go inside and talk it over quietly,” he added, persuasively, and he reached for her hand.

“But I do mean every word of it,” and she stepped back out of his reach, “and if you do not wish to hear me express myself more plainly, I’d advise you to open the window at once.”

“Hear me a moment, Dexie.  I know you are prejudiced against me on account of Gussie; but give me time to prove that I am in earnest when I say that it is you that I love,” and her hands were instantly imprisoned in his strong clasp, “and I love you, Dexie, with the intense love that a strong man feels for the one woman who is all the world to him, a love that is not to be compared with the boyish feeling that Lancy Gurney has for you.  Give me some hope, Dexie, that sometime in the future, when you have rightly considered the matter, you will look on me with a more kindly feeling in your heart than you are willing to own to to-night.”