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"I don't care to hear about the contents of your wardrobe," interrupts Lady Rodney, with a slight but unkind shrug. "I am glad, at least, you were not seen in that objectionable headdress you so often affect.",All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad.,Why it has become suddenly necessary that Violet should be made cosey and comfortable she omits to explain.,"That night at Chetwoode you made use of some words that I have never forgotten since.","I really don't know, ma'am. Mitchell gave it to me," says the girl, in an injured tone. Now, Mitchell is Lady Rodney's maid.,"No. Play anything monotonous, that is slow and dignified besides, and it will answer; in fact, anything at all," says Geoffrey, largely, at which Violet smiles and seats herself at the piano.,"But—bless me!—how awfully he must be in love with you to resign the Towers for your sake!" says Nolly, suddenly giving words to the thought that has been tormenting him for some time.,"Well but a murder at Oola isn't a murder here, you know," says Mr. Rodney, airily. "Let us wait to be melancholy until it comes home to ourselves,—which indeed, may be at any moment, your countrymen are of such a very playful disposition. Do you remember what a lively time we had of it the night we ran to Maxwell's assistance, and what an escape he had?",Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,"Oh, no," says Geoffrey, hastily, recovering himself just in time; "she's all right, you know, my mother; and you'll like her awfully when—when you know her, and when—when she knows you.",With a little touch of wilfulness, perhaps pride, she withdraws her hand.,"It is all your doing. How wretched we should have been had we never seen you!" she says, with tears of gratitude in her eyes..