The embrace was not prolonged beyond a minute.

Unity, red and beautiful, released herself, looked about her like a startled dryad, and made again for the catalpa.

Fairfax Cary followed, and they took that portion of the circular bench which had between it and the house the giant bole of the tree.

Before them dipped the shady hollow, filled with the rustling of leaves, cool and retired as its parent forest.
"Oh, yes, yes; it's true, gospel true!" cried Unity.

"But I'll not be married for a long, long year!" "A year! You're going to be cruel again." "No, no, I'm not cruel! I never was.