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Perhaps, just at first, surprise is too great to permit of his feeling either astonishment or indignation. He looks from Paul Rodney to Mona, and then from Mona back to Rodney. After that his gaze does not wander again. Mona, running to him, throws herself into his arms, and there he holds her closely, but always with his eyes fixed upon the man he deems his enemy.,And Geoffrey, who is blind to nothing that concerns her notices all this, and secretly determines on taking her away from all this foolish persecution, to London or elsewhere, until such time as their own home shall be ready to receive them.,"Bonuvs," says Mona, mildly, going back naturally to the Irish term for those interesting babies.,But that she masked it in modestie,,"And, if so, what are you doing here?" says Mona, reprovingly.,"But I shouldn't like any one to touch it except you," says Mr. Rodney, truthfully. "Even now, as your fingers press it, I feel relief.","How comforting you are!—how you understand," he says, with a quick sigh. "There is something else: that fellow Ridgway, who opened the window for me, he must be seen to. Let him have the money mentioned in the paper, and send him to my mother: she will look after him for my sake. My poor mother!" he draws his breath quickly.,"Is she—is she noisy?" she asks, in a faltering tone.,"Of course it was a surprise to you," he says.,It is an hour later. Afternoon draws towards evening, yet one scarcely feels the change. It is sultry, drowsy, warm, and full of a "slow luxurious calm.","It is to be regretted you cannot like England, as you have made up your mind to live in it; and yet I think——" She pauses.,"Perhaps you may not know it," says he, "but you are simply perfection!".