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"Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily.,"Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted.,"Thank you; so I shall, if you will come with me.","Say I am quite forgiven," he pleads, earnestly, his eyes on hers.,Now, Lady Rodney is at home, but, having given strict orders to the servants to say she is anywhere else they like,—that is, to tell as many lies as will save her from intrusion,—is just now reposing calmly in the small drawing-room, sleeping the sleep of the just, unmindful of coming evil.,Once there she has to go with him down the narrow woodland path, there being no other, and so paces on, silently, and sorely against her will.,"Who on earth are you speaking to?" says Geoffrey.,"Oh, you are my friend," says Mona, sweetly. Then, returning to the charge, "Perhaps after all it is not so much her fault as that of others. Evil counsellors work mischief in all ages.","No," says Nicholas, "she isn't; though I should consider her dear at any price." He is a depraved young man who declines to see beauty in ebony and gloom. "But," with a sigh, "I don't think you quite understand, darling.",This is a thunderbolt. They all start guiltily, and regard Mona with wonder. What is she going to say next?,"But what is it?" asks Miss Mansergh from behind Lady Rodney's chair, just a little impatiently.,"A madness most discreet,.