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"Yes, if it is fine," says Mona, after a faint hesitation.,"I thought so all along," says Geoffrey, gravely.,He drops her arm, and looks as though he is prepared to drop her acquaintance also, at a moment's notice.,Envious streaks,Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,To the surprise of everybody, Geoffrey takes no open notice of his mother's speech. He does not give way to wrath, nor does he open his lips on any subject. His face is innocent of anger, horror, or distrust. It changes, indeed, beneath the glow of the burning logs but in a manner totally unexpected. An expression that might even be termed hope lights it up. Like this do his thoughts run: "Can it be possible that the Australian has caved in, and, fearing publicity after last night's fiasco, surrendered the will to Mona?","Yes, let us," says Mona, gayly.,"It is quite an old story," goes on Nolly.,Pushing open the door very gently, she enters the room, the two dogs at her heels.,It is ten days later,—ten dreary, interminable days, that have struggled into light, and sunk back again into darkness, leaving no trace worthy of remembrance in their train. "Swift as swallows' wings" they have flown, scarce breaking the air in their flight, so silently, so evenly they have departed, as days will, when dull monotony marks them for its own.,She sighs, then looks at the sky, and—sighs again.,"He has lost his way. He is tired, and I have asked him to have some breakfast. He is the English gentleman who is living at Coolnagurtheen.".