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"What are you doing?" asks Geoffrey, presently, when they have returned to everyday life.,"Are you?" she says, at length, after a long silence.,Apple-blossom suggests the orchard, whereon Violet reddens perceptibly, and Nolly grows cold with fright, and feels a little more will make him faint.,"Mona," says Geoffrey, to her suddenly, in a low whisper, throwing his arm round her (they are driving home, alone in the small night-brougham)—"Mona, do you know what you have done to-night? The whole room went mad about you. They would talk of no one else. Do not let them turn your head.",On the middle of the rustic bridge before mentioned he stops her, to say, unexpectedly,—,Of this Mona is glad. She has no desire to converse with him, and is just congratulating herself upon her good fortune in that he declines to speak with her, when he breaks the welcome silence.,"Eh?" says Mona.,"Do you think you are stronger than I am?" he says, amusement blended with the old admiration in his eyes.,"Yes" replies he, slowly as though regretful that he cannot deny his own identity.,At his words, a glad light springs to life within her wonderful eyes. She is so pleased and proud that he should so speak of her.,"Mona," says Rodney, divining her intent, "stay you here while I go and expostulate with these men. It is late, darling, and their blood is up, and they may not listen to you. Let me speak to them.","But what was the subject of it?".