Scipio took away the rosebud china, and laid the purple dessert service for the strawberries and floating island and Betty Custis cake.

Caleb placed the decanters of claret and Madeira, and the Fontenoy men began to talk of horse-racing, of Mustapha, Nonpareil, York, and Victor.
Jacqueline and Unity, leaving the gentlemen at their wine, came out into the broad hall and stood at the front door looking out at the coloured clouds above the hills.

They supped early at Fontenoy, and the evening was yet rosy.
"He is going to speak to-night," said Unity, with conviction.

"It is written in his eye." "If you mean Mr.Cary--" "Whom else should I mean?
What are you going to say to him, Jacqueline?
I want you to say Yes, and I want you to say No." "Don't, Unity--" "If you say Yes, you will have Greenwood and the most charming husband in the world, and be envied of every girl in the county; and if you say No, I'll have you still--" "I shall say No." "What ails you, Jacqueline?
I could swear that you're in love, and yet I don't believe you are in love with Ludwell Cary!--though I am sure you ought to be.

It's not Mr.Lee, nor Mr.Page, nor Jack Martin, nor--you're never in love with Fairfax Cary ?" Jacqueline laughed, "How absurd, Unity!--though may be some day I shall love him as a cousin!" Unity regarded her with a puzzled gathering of black brows.