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By this time they have reached Dorothy's room, and now, sitting down, gaze mournfully at each other. Mona is so truly grieved that any one might well imagine this misfortune, that is rendering the very air heavy, in her own, rather than another's. And this wholesale sympathy, this surrendering of her body and mind to a grief that does not touch herself, is inexpressibly sweet to her poor little friend.,"She is out," says Lady Rodney, in a compressed tone.,"A year! An eternity!","Why should you bear malice to any one?" says Mona uneasily.,The painters were told what to do long, long ago, "in about the second generation after the first people.",Taking up the hapless heather, she throws it on the ground, and, in a fit of childish spleen, lays her foot upon it and tramples it out of all recognition. Yet, even as she does so, the tears gather in her eyes, and, resting there unshed, transfigure her into a lovely picture that might well be termed "Beauty in Distress." For this faded flower she grieves, as though it were, indeed, a living thing that she has lost.,This is half a question; and Geoffrey, answering it from his heart, sinks even deeper into the mire.,"But what is it?" asks Miss Mansergh from behind Lady Rodney's chair, just a little impatiently.,"Who can it be?" asked the young man. "Who camps there alone, far from friends?","Ah! Then you refuse to answer me," says Mona, hastily, if somewhat wearily.,"Then tell it to me," says Mona.,"I don't care what you have said," interrupts Mona, quickly. She has her arms round Lady Rodney's waist by this time, and is regarding her beseechingly..