But Joscelyn laughingly quoted the biblical text about being "unevenly yoked together with unbelievers," reminding Mary that Betty was a Whig, and Eustace a Loyalist, and this was a bar that even Cupid must not pull down. Whereupon Eustace laughed aloud; and Mary was satisfied. Early the next morning Betty ran over to make her protest against Joscelyn's absence of the night before. "Richard seemed not to care, but mother and I were much chagrined that you did not come." "I certainly meant no offence to you and Aunt Clevering," answered Joscelyn, "but Richard and I have a way of forgetting our company manners which is most unpleasant to spectators." "Yes; mother read Richard a most proper lecture this morning about the way he quarrels with you, and he is coming over later to make his peace; he says he thinks that perhaps mother is right, and that he will feel better to carry in his heart no grudge against any one when he goes into battle. And you must be very kind to him, Joscelyn, for it is a great concession on his part to apologize thus. Supposing if--if anything happened to him, and you had sent him away in anger!" Joscelyn drew the young girl to her. "So you have appointed yourself keeper-in-chief of my conscience? Well, well; I will hold a most strict watch over my tongue during the next few hours, so that it may give you no offence. Still, I am not easily conscience-stricken, and neither, I think, is Master Clevering." "The Singletons passed the evening with you, did they not?" asked Betty, who had glanced across at her friend's window the night before, and had seen them playing cards together. "Yes; and Eustace said some very pretty things about you and your pink frock. What a pity you are of different political beliefs, for--Why, Betty, what a beautiful colour has come into your cheeks." "Stuff, Joscelyn! But--what said Master Singleton?" And when the speech was repeated, the girl's sweet face was redder than ever. For a few moments Joscelyn looked at her in consternation. Betty cared for Eustace! It seemed the very acme of irony. Then tenderly she stroked the brown hair, wondering silently at the game of cross-purposes love is always playing. Uncle and Aunt Clevering, with their violent views, would follow Betty to her grave rather than to her bridal with Eustace, for, besides the party differences, the older folk of the two families had long been separated by a bitter quarrel over a title-deed. Joscelyn's own friendship for Mary and Eustace had been the cause of some sharp words between her and her uncle; a thousand times more would he resent Betty's defection. "But they shall not break her heart!" she said to herself, with a sudden tightening of her arms about the clinging girl. An hour later Richard knocked at the door and was admitted by Mistress Cheshire, for Joscelyn had gone to her own room at the sound of his step outside.