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"N—o. As far as I can remember," says Geoffrey, thoughtfully, pulling his moustache, "you were so overcome with delight at the unexpected honor I did you, that——","No," with a little flickering smile, that has pain and sorrow in it; "for the simple reason that I shall never marry.","It looks like the production of a lunatic,—a very dangerous lunatic,—an habitue of Colney Hatch," muses Geoffrey, who is growing more and more puzzled with the paper's contents the oftener he reads it.,"I sha'n't want to see them, perhaps," says Mona, apologetically, "but how shall I avoid it?",The buffalo were surprised and the magpie was glad, and flew about making a great noise.,As they enter, mirth ceases. A remarkable silence falls upon the group. Everybody looks at anything but Violet and her companion.,"In spite of all that has passed, I do entreat you to meet me at three o'clock this afternoon at the river, beneath the chestnut-tree. Do not refuse. Let no shrinking from the society of such as I am deter you from granting me this first and last interview, as what I have to say concerns not you, but those you love. I feel the more sure you will accede to this request because of the heavenly pity in your eyes last night, and the grace that moved you to address me as you did. I shall wait for you until four o'clock. But let me not wait in vain.—P. R.",Geoffrey raises her hand to his lips. "Your king is also your slave," he says, with a fond smile.,HOW THE THUNDER PIPE CAME,"You must understand," she says emphatically, "he did not shoot himself purposely. It was an accident,—a pure accident.",At this Mona and Geoffrey break into silent laughter, being overcome by the insinuation about lying.,"But what was the subject of it?".