The elder brother pushed back his chair, rose, and, going to the younger, put both hands upon his shoulders. "Fair. I'm glad! I told you that you would. She's the loveliest black-eyed lady—and as for you, you deserve your fortune! Monsieur mon frère, I make you my congratulations!"
"What a blaze of light you've got in here! All the way home my horse's hoofs were saying, Unity Cary—Unity Cary."
Ludwell laughed. "You're drunk with joy. The room is not brightly lit. Sit down and tell me all about it."
"'Twas underneath the catalpa tree. We quarrelled—"
"As usual."
"Page had been there, reading aloud,—reading Eloïsa to Abelard."
"Oh!"
"We quarrelled. I said good-bye forever, and walked away. She came after me over the grass. Ludwell, to hold the woman that you love in your arms, close, close—"
"I can guess 'twas bliss. And then?"
"Heaven still—only quieter. We went back to the bench under the catalpa."