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Then there is another pause, rather longer than the last, Lady Rodney trifles with the fan in a somewhat excited fashion, and Geoffrey gazes, man-like, at his boots. At last his mother breaks the silence.,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.,He turns to her again.,"Is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like you?" asks Mona presently.,"I sha'n't want any trifles to amuse me, if you will talk to me," says Mona.,"The moon is up; it is the dawn of night;,"It is cruel," says Violet, with suppressed but ardent ire.,"Liar!" says Geoffrey between his teeth, his eyes fixed with deadly hatred upon his cousin. "Liar—and thief!" He goes a few steps nearer him, and then waits.,"You are Sir Nicholas?" questions she at last, gaining courage to speak, and raising her eyes to his full of entreaty, and just a touch of that pathos that seems of right to belong to the eyes of all Irishwomen.,"I pity your wife," says Mona, almost severely.,But on this picture, the beauty of which is undeniable, Mickey (the barbarian) looks with disfavor.,"You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?".