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"And have you walked from Coolnagurtheen this morning? Why, it is eight miles from this," says she, taking no notice of his last speech. "You could have had no breakfast!","Nolly, you have no romance in your nature," says Nicholas, severely.,"I do remember it," replies she, bitterly.,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.","Ah!" says Doatie, clasping her hands. "And——","Now I am here, you will sing me something," says Geoffrey, presently.,"Would you like a fan, Nolly?" says Mona, with a laugh, yet really with a kindly view to rescuing him from his present dilemma. "Do you think you could find me mine? I fancy I left it in the morning-room.",Then he tells her all the truth about his interview with his mother, only suppressing such words as would be detrimental to the cause he has in hand, and might give her pain.,Spreads like an ocean hung on high.","Something," replies he, with a short laugh. "I shall at least see you again on the 19th.","I am staying at a shooting-lodge called Coolnagurtheen. Do you know where that is.",Then they do the grotto, and then Lady Lilias once more leads the way indoors..