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Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,"I have wronged you," says Lady Rodney, in a low tone, covering her face with her hands.,"No," answered the man, "I am afraid. Who could look at such dreadful things and live?",He smiles, and, turning, kneels before her in mock humility that savors of very real homage. Taking her hand, he presses it to his lips.,"She is painfully deficient; positively without brains," says Lady Rodney, with conviction. "What was the answer she made me when I asked about the carriage? Something utterly outside the mark.","A cloud?" says Mona. And I think in her inmost heart she is rather glad than otherwise that her lover's people are not on the top rung of the ladder.,"Mona, you musn't do that. Now, I shall be really annoyed if you insist on sitting up for me and so lose a good night's rest. Now, don't, darling. It will only take it out of you, and make you pale and languid next day.",She has sprained her ancle, and is now lying on a couch in a small drawing room as the Rodneys are ushered in. She is rather glad to see them, as life with an "intense" sister is at times trying, and the ritualistic curate is from home. So she smiles upon them, and manages to look as amiable as plain people ever can look.,Into a breathless, dewy sleep; so still,She glances at her watch. It is now a quarter past three; so there is no time to be lost. She must hasten.,"He was the Duke of Lauderdale," says Mona, simply. "Here is his card.",Pushing open the door very gently, she enters the room, the two dogs at her heels..