She is not getting the best of men." "Verily!" she exclaimed impulsively.
He whirled his head toward her, stared; then with a flash of intense expression in his eyes burst into a ringing laugh that shook him from head to foot.

He flung out his hand and catching hers passed it across his lips without kissing it, and let it go before he regained composure enough to speak.
"No! Not a good man! Verily! But hath he no cause to be delinquent ?" "No!" she said stubbornly.

"He has judged her without seeing her, when, by your own words, he expects her to bring him fortune and position.

What is he bringing her ?" The Maccabee looked at her thoughtfully before he answered.
"Nothing! Not even his heart!" he vowed.
Laodice caught her breath in an agony of indignation and distress.
"He does not in any way deserve--" she stopped precipitately.

She was about to add "the great fortune he is to get," when she realized that she was taking this husband nothing--not even her own heart.