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The moments come and go. The fire is dying out. No sound but that of the falling cinders comes to disturb the stillness that reigns within the library. Mona is vaguely, wondering what the end of it all will be. And then at last the silence is broken. A noise upon the gravel outside, a quick rush up the balcony steps; some one emerges from the gloom of the night, and comes into the room through the open window. Mona utters a passionate cry of relief and joy. It is Geoffrey!,"There was Violet," says Lady Rodney.,"I really wish," she says, presently, "you would do what I say. Go to the farm, and—stay there.","Then I am like you?" returns he, quickly.,Still she hesitates, though betraying no vulgar awkwardness or silly mauvaise honte. Indeed, the only sign of emotion she does show is a soft slow blush, that, mounting quickly, tips even her little ears with pink.,Mona, turning not to Nicholas or to Doatie or to Geoffrey but to Lady Rodney, throws the paper into her lap.,"Here, miss,—in the dairy? Law, Miss Mona! don't","I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?","Thanks, dear; you are always good," murmurs Lady Rodney, who has ever an eye to the main chance.,"Then thank you, and I shall go with you, if you will allow me," says Geoffrey, hurriedly, as he sees her disappearing.,At this, in spite of everything, Rodney laughs lightly, and, taking her hand in his, draws it through his arm. There is love and trust and great content in his laugh.,"Well?" says Violet, who is smiling, and seems to see a joke where Mona fails to see anything amusing..