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Then he tells her all the truth about his interview with his mother, only suppressing such words as would be detrimental to the cause he has in hand, and might give her pain.,"Where?" says Mona, looking up quickly.,"Yet I think you should have told me," she whispers, as a last fading censure. "Do you know you have made me very unhappy?","I do not shrink from it," replies she, bravely: "I would brave anything to be friends with your mother.","Oh, no, not now," pleads Violet, hastily. She rises hurriedly from her seat, and lays her disengaged hand on his lips. For once in her life she loses sight of her self-possession, and a blush, warm and rich as carmine, mantles on her cheek.,No one is forgotten by him; though once "he is dead and laid in grave" he is forgotten by most.,The duchess laughs.,She turns involuntarily, through the innate courtesy that belongs to her race, to return his parting salutation, and, looking at him, sees a tiny spot of blood trickling down his forehead from the wound received awhile since.,Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air.,"Not you," says Paul, quickly. "What is it to you? It will not take a penny out of your pocket. Your husband," with an evil sneer, "has his income secured. I am not making you wretched.","Such presumption, walking in our wood without permission," she says, haughtily.,"Yes, I am pretty," she says, after a minute's pause, with a long-drawn sigh of deepest satisfaction. Then she glances at Geoffrey. "And for your sake I am glad of it Now, come here and stand beside me," she goes on, presently, holding out her hand backwards as though loath to lose sight of her own reflection. "Let me see how you look in the water.".