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"Nevertheless, to oblige me," entreats he, hastily.,The panel is as good as a toy to them. They all open it by turns, and wonder over it, and rejoice in it. But Geoffrey, taking Mona aside, says curiously, and a little gravely,—,"A little," says Mona. It is perhaps the nearest approach to a falsehood she has ever made.,"Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry.","Where has Mona taken the duchess?" asks Lady Rodney of Sir Nicholas half an hour later.,He touches his hat to her, and bids her a respectful "good afternoon," but for once she is blind to his salutation. Nevertheless, she stops before him, and, in a clear voice, says, coldly,—,"Morn, in the white wake of the morning star,,"Come with me," says Mona to Rodney; and with an air of settled determination, and a hard look on her usually mobile lips, she moves deliberately towards the hawthorn-bush, that is about a quarter of a mile distant.,After a moment she turns deadly pale, and says, in a faint tone, "I know I am hurting you: I feel it." And in truth I believe the tender heart does feel it, much more than he does. There is an expression that amounts to agony in her beautiful eyes.,"Violet, play us something," says Geoffrey, who has quite entered into the spirit of the thing, and who doesn't mind his mothers "horrors" in the least, but remembers how sweet Mona used to look when going slowly and with that quaint solemn dignity of hers "through her steps.",She is very sweet to look at, and attractive and lovable.,"I shall not be too nervous," says Mona, but her face blanches afresh even as she speaks; and Geoffrey sees it..