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Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,Mona, whose Irish blood by this time is at its hottest, on finding herself powerless to restrain the movements of Carthy any longer, had rushed to the wall near, and, made strong by love and excitement, had torn from its top a heavy stone.,He has stooped very much over indeed. His hand is on the fern; he has safely carefully extracted it, roots and all (one would think I was speaking of a tooth! but this is by the way), from its native home, when cr-r-k goes something; the branch on which he rests betrays him, and smashing hurls him head downwards into the swift but shallow stream below.,"And 'A dumb priest loses his benefice,'" quotes Mona, in her turn, almost gayly too.,"Well, just one moment," says Geoffrey, detaining her, "let us finish what we were saying. Would you rather go to the East or to Rome?","Ah," said the old woman, "has our son-in-law been generous and given us something nice to eat?","Well, then, I will not," returns she, with a last effort at determination, and the most miserable face in the world.,Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,Then, as breakfast was virtually over before the letters came, they all rise, and disperse themselves as fancy dictates. But Geoffrey goes alone to where he knows he shall find Nicholas in his own den.,"Do you mean to tell me that I don't care for you?" says Rodney, quickly.,"I didn't give them their supper yet, miss; an' it's very bad for the young ones to be left starvin'. It's on me mind, miss, so that I can't even enjoy me pipe, and it's fresh baccy I have an' all, an' it might as well be dust for what comfort I get from it. Them pigs is callin' for me now like Christians: I can a'most hear them.",Mona shudders..