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For what, after all, is love, but,"You will give me an explanation at once," says Geoffrey, slowly, addressing his cousin. "What brought you here?","How nice!" says Geoffrey, with a careless smile. "Your 'faint praise' fails 'to damn'! Why, one is nothing nowadays if not eccentric. Well," moving towards the door, with the fox-terrier at his heels, "I shall start on Monday. That will get me down in time for the 12th. Shall I send you up any birds?",Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,"Well, you know it now. I do object," says Geoffrey, in a tone he has never used to her before. Not that it is unkind or rude, but cold and unlover-like.,Again he obeys her.,Since that time the deer has had no gall and the antelope no dew-claws.,There is triumph in her eye, and a malicious sparkle, and just a touch of rebellion.,Castles within the fire grow grand and tall, and then crumble into dust; castles in Mona's brain fare likewise. The shadows dance upon the walls; silently imperceptibly, the minutes flit away.,This thought seems to overwhelm her. She raises her hands to her head, and an expression of keenest anguish creeps into her eyes. She sways a little, and would have fallen, but that Jack Rodney, who is nearest to her at this moment, catches her in his arms.,Alas! how soon will fall upon him that eternal sleep from which no man waketh!,"Is it? I always heard it was rather a jolly sort of little place, once you got into it—well.".