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Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,When the old man has gone, Mona goes quietly up to her lover, and, laying her hand upon his arm,—a hand that seems by some miraculous means to have grown whiter of late,—says, gratefully,—,"How you were all laughing when we came in!" says Violet, presently: "we could hear you all along the corridor. What was it about?",Her face changes. He has made no mention of the treasured gown, has said no little word of praise.,"When he held the pistol to your forehead, didn't you scream then?" asks Violet.,Then they move on once more, and go down the road that leads towards the farm.,"I shall do only what you wish," returns he, chivalrously, arranging the cushion that adorns the back of her chair.,"It was for you," she says, hanging her head. "I thought if I could do something to make you happier, you might learn to love me a little!","That is not correct," says Mona. "We have a baronet here, Sir Owen O'Connor, and he is thought a great deal of. I know all about it. Even Lady Mary would have married him if he had asked her, though his hair is the color of an orange. Mr. Rodney,"—laying a dreadful stress upon the prefix to his name,—"go back to England and"—tragically—"forget me?","Of the purest," says Geoffrey.,"I really wish," she says, presently, "you would do what I say. Go to the farm, and—stay there.","To my forehead?" says Mona, puzzled; and then she glances at Geoffrey, remembering that this was one of the slight variations with which he adorned his tale..