"No; I'm crying for the living. I've been talking to the Capulets. I've been giving Uncle Edward a piece of my mind."
"Which he would not take?"
"Just so. Oh, it was a battle royal! But I lost—I always lose. He is sitting there in triumphant misery, reading Swift. I brought my defeat out here. Now and then I am glad I am a woman."
"I'm glad all the time," said Fairfax Cary. "Don't dwell on lost battles. Unity, when are you going to let me fight all your battles?"
"I don't know," answered Miss Dandridge promptly. "I don't even know that I would like to have all my battles fought for me. I'm not lazy, and I believe my ancestors fought their own. Besides—would you fight this one?"
There was a pause; then, "Do you love your cousin so?" asked the young man.
"Love Jacqueline? Jacqueline is like my sister. If she is not happy, then neither am I!"
"But she is happy. She loved Lewis Rand, and she married him."
"Yes, yes. But a woman may marry her lover and yet be unhappy. If he takes her to a strange country, she may perish of homesickness."
"Has he taken her to a strange country?"