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"Then the people who send them should be ashamed! But what about the other half of their time that they spend from home?","Where have you been, Mona?" he asks, quietly, gazing into the great honest liquid eyes raised so willingly to his own.,"He was a man who never took off his hat," begins Geoffrey.,"I promise you faithfully," says Mona.,Mona pours out the tea—which is excellent—and puts in the cream—which is a thing to dream of—with a liberal hand. She smiles at Geoffrey across the sugar-bowl, and chatters to him over the big bowl of flowers that lies in the centre of the table. Not a hothouse bouquet faultlessly arranged, by any means, but a great, tender, happy, straggling bunch of flowers that seem to have fallen into their places of their own accord, regardless of coloring, and fill the room with their perfume.,"But I hope you were not left to spend your days with Terry?" says Mona, smiling.,"But you said if the buffalo would only jump over, you would marry one of them. Look, the piskun is full.","By Jove, you know, it is odd," says Geoffrey, presently, speaking as one might who has for long been following out a train of thought by no means unpleasant, "his sending for her, and that: there must be something in it. Rodney didn't write to her for nothing. It must have been to——" Here he checks himself abruptly, remembering his promise to Mona to say nothing about the scene in the library. "It certainly means something," he winds up, a little tamely.,As Mona gazes at him half fearfully, he raises himself suddenly on his elbow, and says, in a tone far stronger than he has yet used,—,'Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,,"This much," says Rodney, laughing again: "I am going to marry her, with her leave.","Tell me again how it all happened," he says, laying his hands on her shoulders. And then she goes through it again, slowly, carefully..