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"My own old pet," says Mrs. Geoffrey, still mysteriously, and with the fondest smile imaginable.,"By all means study them, if you are really bent on this tiresome journey. It may do you good. You will at least be more ready to take my advice another time.","It can't be much," says Geoffrey, who, to confess the truth, is by this time feeling a little sick and faint. "I never knew I was touched till now. Come, let us get back to the farm.",Going to the place where his friend had lain, Talking Rock sat down and mourned, wailing long and loud. Back on the hills the wolves and coyotes heard him and they too became sorrowful, adding their cries to his.,An old man, rugged but kindly-featured, rises on his entrance, and gazes at him expectantly. Mona, going up to him, rests her hand upon his arm, and, indicating Geoffrey by a gesture, says, in a low tone,—,"Of love generally?—no," with a disdainful glance,—"merely of your love of comfort.","Now, this is kind,—very kind," says the little man, approvingly, shaking both their hands. "And so soon, too; no time lost. Poor soul! he is calling incessantly for you, my dear Mrs. Geoffrey. It is a sad case,—very—very. Away from every one he knows. But come in; come in.",She moves from him.,"He was a man who never took off his hat," begins Geoffrey.,"Where have you been, Mona?" he asks, quietly, gazing into the great honest liquid eyes raised so willingly to his own.,Meantime, Violet is having rather a bad time in the boudoir. Lady Rodney refuses to see light anywhere, and talks on in a disjointed fashion about this disgrace that has befallen the family.,"Tired?" says Rodney, fixing his black, gloomy eyes upon her..