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"You can see it now if you wish," says Mona, quickly, the thought that she may be able to entertain him in some fashion that will not require conversation is dear to her. She therefore takes his arm, and leads him out of the ballroom, and across the halls into the library, which is brilliantly lighted, but just at this moment empty.,"I dare say," she says, carelessly, purposely mistaking his meaning: "it must have been cold lying there.",Suddenly a bell rings in the distance. This is the signal for the men to cease from work and go to their dinners. It must be two o'clock.,"I never saw the easy-chair I could compare with this," he says, as though to himself, his voice full of truth.,"There, don't cry, and you shall have it all your own way," he says, with a sigh. "To-morrow we will decide what is to be done.","Ah!" says Mona, springing to her feet, and turning to the door, as though to summon aid; but he stops her by a gesture.,"I hope not, indeed," says Mona giving him her hand with a very flattering haste.,Mr. Rodney's face being of that rare kind that is as tender as it is manly, and by right of its beauty demands confidence, the old man (who dearly loves his own voice) is encouraged to proceed.,"Are you going no farther?" asks Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.,"Why not? it just suits him: 'A little, round, fat, oily man of——'","It has broken out again!" she says, nervously. "I am sure—I am certain—it is a worst wound than you imagine. Ah! do go home, and get it dressed.","So glad you have come," says Lady Rodney, in a tone that belies her words, and in a sweet silvery voice that chills the heart of her listener. "We hardly thought we should see you so soon, the trains here are so unpunctual. I hope the carriage was in time?".