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He makes no reply. And for a full minute no word is spoken between them.,"I wonder when you will adore any one, Nolly," says Geoffrey, idly.,"Poor old soul!" says Sir Nicholas.,How sweet it is to be wanted by those we love! Geoffrey, lowering his gun, stoops and enters the lowly cabin (which, to say the truth, is rather uninviting than otherwise) with more alacrity than he would show if asked to enter the queen's palace. Yet what is a palace but the abode of a sovereign? and for the time being, at least, Rodney's sovereign is in possession of this humble dwelling. So it becomes sacred, and almost desirable, in his eyes.,Some one comes in with a lamp, and places it on a distant table, where its rays cannot distress the dying man.,"What a surprise it all is!" says Geoffrey, hypocritically.,"Why do you accuse me of such a desire?" asks he, paling beneath her indignation, and losing courage because of the unshed tears that are gleaming in her eyes.,Every evening about sundown the man used to climb up to the top of this butte and sit there and look all over the country to see where the buffalo were feeding and whether any enemies were moving about. On top of the hill there was a buffalo skull, on which he used to sit.,"I suppose she is a Roman Catholic," says Sir Nicholas musingly.,She disappears, and Geoffrey, obedient to orders, lounges off to the green glade, that now no longer owns rich coloring, but is strewn with leaves from the gaunt trees that stand in solemn order like grave sentries round it.,Mona blushes painfully.,"Yes, long ago," says Geoffrey, with animation. "Quite an hour ago.".