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"She is not a lady," says Lady Rodney, as though that should terminate the argument.,"And quite right too," says Lauderdale. "You remember what Scott says:,"That isn't her name at all," says Geoffrey. "My father was a baronet, you know: she is Lady Rodney.",In the house of Rodney there is mourning and woe. Horror has fallen upon it, and something that touches on disgrace. Lady Rodney, leaning back in her chair with her scented handkerchief pressed close to her eyes, sobs aloud and refuses to be comforted.,"It is not more extraordinary, surely, than calling a drunken young man 'tight,'" says Lady Rodney, with calm but cruel meaning.,But before they reach the hall door Geoffrey feels it his duty to bestow upon them a word or two of warning.,"Oh, what a day is this!" cries she, with quivering lips. "See the ruin you have brought upon this home, that only yestermorn was full of life and gladness! Is this what has come of your Land League, and your Home Rulers, and your riotous meetings? Where is the soul of this poor man, who was hurried to his last account without his priest, and without a prayer for pardon on his lips? And how shall the man who slew him dare to think on his own soul?","Tight,—screwed,—tipsy, you know," replies Mona, innocently. "Tight was the word they taught me. I think they believed it sounded more respectable than the others. And the Divinity boys were the worst. Shall I tell you about them?","There, don't cry, and you shall have it all your own way," he says, with a sigh. "To-morrow we will decide what is to be done.","I know," says Mona, sadly.,"Is that all?" says Mona, with quick contempt, seeing him pause. "Why, there is nothing in that! I pinned a flower into your coat only yesterday.",The inference is full of saddest meaning. Even Geoffrey feels the tears rise unbidden to his eyes..