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"Mrs. Geoffrey Rodney, would have been more correct. You forget your husband is the youngest son. When Captain Rodney marries, his wife will be Mrs. Rodney.","How can you describe her, when you have not seen her?",Then Mona says, in a trembling voice and rather disconnectedly, because of her emotion, "Be quite sure you shall be—buried—where all the other baronets of Rodney lie at rest.",Mona, sitting down to the piano, plays a few chords in a slow, plaintive fashion, and then begins. Paul Rodney has come to the doorway, and is standing there gazing at her, though she knows it not. The ballroom is far distant, so far that the sound of the band does not break upon the silence of the room in which they are assembled. A hush falls upon the listeners as Mona's fresh, pathetic, tender voice rises into the air.,Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?","You mustn't call her names, you know; she is my wife," says Rodney, gently, but with dignity,—"the woman I love and honor most on earth. When you see her you will understand how the word 'low' could never apply to her. She looks quite correct, and is perfectly lovely.","That? Oh, that was the bride, Mrs. Rodney," replies he. "She is lovely, if you like.","I tell you I have not," says Geoffrey. "Nothing of the sort. You are wool-gathering.","Well, really, you know, yes. I think there is something special about her," he says, feeling himself in duty bound to say something.,"Eh?" says Mona.,All through the night Mona scarcely shuts her eyes, so full is her mind of troubled and perplexing thoughts. At last her brain grows so tired that she cannot pursue any subject to its end, so she lies silently awake, watching for the coming of the tardy dawn..