"It won't hurt to drop a tear--but for all that it's the greatest news since 1800!" "Hip, hip, hurrah!" "Weehawken! where's Weehawken?
What's Burr in hiding for?
Can't a gentleman fight a duel?
Let him come down here, and we'll give him a triumph!" "'Deplore!'"-- "I chose my word badly," said Rand, with the good-nature that always disarmed; "I shall not weep over my enemy, I only mean that I would not ignobly exult.

Of course, sir, it is great news--the very greatest! And all here will now want the leisure of the day." "Tell them, Lewis, that I'll excuse them," said Cousin Jane Selden.

"We won't have a feast on the day of a funeral." * * * * * A little later, deep in the embrace of the old Selden coach, husband and wife began their journey to the house on the Three-Notched Road.

In the minutes that followed the disposal of their wedding guests it had been settled that they would not return to Mrs.Selden's--it was best to go home instead.

Cousin Jane would take Deb; Unity must return at once to Fontenoy.