He burst out laughing. “I have attended the weddings of some of those tall, fair Anglo-Saxon women; and the priest pronounces, very solemnly, ‘Into this holy estate the two persons now present come now to be joined. If any man can show just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.’ ”
“Bunny,” she pleaded, “I’m trying to face the facts!”
“Well, dear, if you must be solemn—it happens that I never loved a fair woman. The two I picked out to live with were dark, the same as you. It must be nature’s effort to mix things. I suppose you know about Vee Tracy?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Vee had the looks all right, and she’ll keep them—she makes a business of it. But you see, it didn’t do me any good, she threw me over for a Roumanian prince.”
“Why, Bunny?”
“Because I wouldn’t give up the radical movement.”
“Oh, how I hated that woman!”
There was a note of melodrama in Rachel’s usually serene voice, and Bunny was curious. “You did hate her?”
“I could have choked her!”