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She turns slowly, and finds her fellow-pedestrian is a young man clad in a suit of very impossible tweed: she blushes hotly, not because he is a young man, but because she has no hat on her head, having covered her somewhat riotous hair with a crimson silk handkerchief she had found in Geoffrey's room, just before starting. It covers her head completely, and is tied under the chin Connemara fashion, letting only a few little love-locks be seen, that roam across her forehead, in spite of all injunctions to the contrary.,"Some of his ideas are lovely. You would like his poetry, I think.",Geoffrey raises her hand to his lips. "Your king is also your slave," he says, with a fond smile.,"Do you know by what name I shall always call you in my thoughts?",Once there she has to go with him down the narrow woodland path, there being no other, and so paces on, silently, and sorely against her will.,"Or like the 'sweet little cherub that sits up aloft.' There is something cherubic about you, do you know Nolly, when one comes to think of it. But finish your tale.","I should never be afraid of him," returns Mona. "He has kind eyes. He is"—slowly and meditatively—"very like you.","A strange girl, I thought, but very pretty. Yes—was it English she talked?",Some time elapses before he speaks again, and Mona is almost hoping he may have fallen into a quiet slumber, when he opens his eyes and says, regretfully,—,"Were they brown?","He has stolen the will. Taken it away. That paper you hold must have fallen from him, and contains the directions about finding the right panel. Ah! what shall we do now?","No?" raising an innocent face. "To much trouble, you think, perhaps. But, bless you, Geoffrey wouldn't mind that, so long as he was giving me pleasure." At which answer the duchess is very properly ashamed of both her self and her speech..