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"Yes, quite so: that is exactly what I meant," returns he, agreeably. It was not what he meant; but that doesn't count. "How awfully clever you are," he says, presently, alluding to her management of the little pats, which, to say truth, are faring but ill at her hands.,CHAPTER XXIII.,She is very careful to give him his title ever since that encounter with his mother.,"Yes; I can understand you," said Mona, softly, "for I too was miserable.","No, indeed," says Mona, laughing. "But it surely wasn't English, was it? That is not the way everybody talks, surely.","I shall make myself plainer. What servant did you bribe to leave the window open for you at this hour?","On'y watchin', miss, to see what they'd do," confesses he, shifting from one foot to the other, and growing palpably confused beneath her searching gaze.,"Ask any one you like,—any one, I mean, that is not quite impossible," says Nicholas.,In the death-chamber silence reigns. No one moves, their very breathing seems hushed. Paul Rodney's eyes are closed. No faintest movement disturbs the slumber into which he seems to have fallen.,Mona, with a beating heart, but with a courage that gives calmness to her outward actions, closes the window, draws the shutters together, bars them, and then goes back to Geoffrey, who has not moved since Rodney's departure.,"Harder even than you know. He is engaged to one of the dearest little girls possible, but of course if this affair terminates in favor of—" he hesitates palpably, then says with an effort—"my cousin, the engagement comes to an end.","Hist, Miss Mona! hist!" says this voice close at Mona's ear. She starts violently..