loved as you love--as once you
said you loved--me! For just pity, Fair!"

"On the other side," he answered, "is justice. Don't urge me, Unity.
That is something your uncle has not done."

"Uncle Edward?"

"Yes."

There was a silence; then, "I see now," said Unity slowly. "I haven't
understood. I thought--I didn't know what to think. Uncle Edward,
too,--oh me! oh me! That is why Deb is not to go to Roselands." She
considered through blinding tears a little patch of sere grass. "But
Jacqueline," she whispered,--"Jacqueline does not know?"

Cary looked at her. "Do you think that, Unity?"

Unity stared at the grass until the tears all dried. "She knows--she
knows! That was a heart-breaking letter to Deb, and I couldn't--I
couldn't understand it! She does not ask me there--does not seem to want
to meet--I've hardly seen her since--since--And when we meet, she's
strange--too gay at first for her, and then too still, with wide eyes
she will not let me read. And she talks and talks--she talks now more
than I do. She's not truly Jacqueline--she's acting a part. Oh,
Jacqueline, Jacqueline!"

"Be very sure," he said, "that I have for her only pity, admiration,
yes, and understanding!"

"But you intend--you intend--"

"To bring Lewis Rand to justice. Yes, I intend that."

From the quarter below them came the blowing of the afternoon horn. The
short, bright winter day was waning, and though the sun yet dwelt upon
the hill-top, the hollow at its base was filled with shadow. Unity rose
from the stone. "I must go back to the house. I promised Deb I would
read to her." She caught her breath. "It is the Arabian Nights--and he
gave it to her, and she's always talking of him. Oh, all of us poor
children! Oh, I used to think the world so sweet and gay!"

"What do you think," he said, "of the one who turns it bitter?"

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Fair, Fair, will you not forego
it--forego vengeance?"

"It is not vengeance," he answered. "It is something deeper than that. I
don't think that I can explain. It seems to me that it is destiny and
all that destiny rests upon." He drew her to him and kissed her twice.
"Will you wait for me, wait on no other terms than these? If you will,
God bless you! If it is a task beyond your strength, God bless you
still. You will do right to give it up. Which, Unity, which? And if you
wait for me, you must go no more to that man's house. If you wait for
me, my brother is your broth