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And so they are married, and last words are spoken, and adieux said, and sad tears fall, and for many days her own land knows Mona no more.,"She is out," says Lady Rodney, in a compressed tone.,"Yes; it was of them I thought," he says, turning his head away,—"of the—lovers. I wonder if their evening was as lovely as ours?","Yes, if it is fine," says Mona, after a faint hesitation.,Dorothy, feeling snubbed, subsides into silence and the shadow that envelopes the lounge on which she is sitting.,"Thank you," murmurs he, gratefully. There is evidently comfort in the thought. Then after a moment or two he goes on again, as though following out a pleasant idea: "Some day, perhaps, that vault will hold you too; and there at least we shall meet again, and be side by side.",Though uncertain that she regards him with any feeling stronger than that of friendliness (because of the strange coldness that she at times affects, dreading perhaps lest he shall see too quickly into her tender heart), yet instinctively he knows that he is welcome in her sight, and that "the day grows brighter for his coming." Still, at times this strange coldness puzzles him, not understanding that,"He has often called you that; but,"—shyly,—"now that I have seen you, I don't think the name suits you a bit.","Never!" says Lady Rodney, in a stony fashion. "I don't even know what you mean.","And the lamp, did you find it burning?",Spreads like an ocean hung on high.",Indeed, Sir Nicholas himself had been the very first to set the example. In his curious, silent, methodical fashion, he had declared to his mother (who literally detested the very mention of the Australian's name, as she called him, looking upon him as a clean-born Indian might look upon a Pariah) his intention of being civil to him all round, as he was his father's brother's child; and as he had committed no sin, beyond trying to gain his own rights, he would have him recognized, and treated by every one, if not with cordiality, at least with common politeness..