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They have entered the cottage by this time, and are standing in the tiny hall.,So she goes in, and Geoffrey, closing the door behind her, leaves them together.,He tries to persuade himself that there is nothing strange or uncommon in calling upon Wednesday to inquire with anxious solicitude about the health of a young woman whom he had seen happy and robust on Tuesday. But the trial is not successful, and he is almost on the point of flinging up the argument and going home again, when his eye lights upon a fern small but rare, and very beautiful, that growing on a high rock far above him, overhangs the stream.,For the first time she stoops forward and presses her lips to Mona's warmly, graciously. Then she leaves her, and, having told her maid to take the rose-water to Mrs. Rodney, goes downstairs again to the drawing-room.,They have entered the cottage by this time, and are standing in the tiny hall.,"But you didn't cut your throat, after all," says Mona, with a wicked little grimace.,"No, no; I think not. Come here, Geoffrey; do. It is the queerest thing,—like a riddle. See!",Mr. Rodney's face being of that rare kind that is as tender as it is manly, and by right of its beauty demands confidence, the old man (who dearly loves his own voice) is encouraged to proceed.,"I felt nothing, nothing, but the one thing that I was powerless to help you," says Mona, passionately; "that was bitter.","Do you know," says Mona, with a slight shiver, and a little nervous laugh, pressing closer to her side, "I have lost half my courage of late? I seem to be always anticipating evil.","Late again, Jermyn," says Sir Nicholas, lazily.,Now they began to do their best to make life easier for the good old woman who had worked so hard to keep them from starving and freezing..