He knew what the result would be.
'Twas but a skirmish--just a seat in a tri-colour Republican House of Delegates! My faith! the honour's not great.

But wait awhile, Miss Dandridge! The real battle's not yet.

Beaten! Rands, Miss Dandridge, don't beat Carys!" "La, so warm!" exclaimed Unity.

"I have never seen a man love a brother so!" "Ludwell Cary is worthy of any man's love--or any woman's either!" "The pair of you ought to be put in the wax-works, and labelled 'The Loving Brothers.' When you marry, there'll be no love left for your wife." "Just you try and see." "The man whom I marry," said Miss Dandridge, "must have no thought but for me.

He must swoon if I frown, laugh if I smile, weep if I sigh, be altogether desperate if I look another way.