"Oh—agreeable!" murmured Miss Dandridge.
"I am not trying to be agreeable. I am looking for the truth. Am I, then, merely an acquaintance?"
Unity sighed. "Why not say 'friend'?"
"'Friend' is good as far as it goes. It does not go far enough."
"Yes, it does," said Miss Dandridge. "It goes further than all your less sober travellers.
"Love me little, love me long.
"You want such violent things!"
"I want you. Is it, then, only a poor, pale friendship?"
"Why call it poor and pale? Friendship can be rosy-cheeked as well as—as other things. Look how the grass is burned—and all the locusts are singing of the heat!"
"It is beneath you to trifle so. If this is all, it is poor and pale, and the sooner it dies, the better! Unity, I'm waiting for your coup de grâce."