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"I must go now. Good-night," says Mona, kindly if coldly. He escorts her to the door of the conservatory There Lauderdale, who is talking with some men, comes forward and offers her his arm to take her to the carriage. And then adieux are said, and the duke accompanies her downstairs, whilst Lady Rodney contents herself with one of her sons.,"Oh, Mona, if you could only know how wretched I was all last night," he says; "I never put in such a bad time in my life.",Two tears gather, and roll slowly down Mona's white cheeks. And then somehow her thoughts wander back to the old farmhouse at the side of the hill, with the spreading trees behind it, and to the sanded floor and the cool dairy, and the warmth of the love that abounded there, and the uncle, who, if rough, was at least ready to believe her latest action—whatever it might be—only one degree more perfect than the one that went before it.,"Go home now to your wife and your child, and when you are hungry hunt like any one else. If you do not, you shall die.","Eh?" says Geoffrey.,Miss Darling—Sir Nicholas's fiancee—and her brother are expected to night; and so the household generally has dressed itself earlier than usual to be in full readiness to receive them.,"Well, I really wish I had seen her," says the good-humored duchess, smiling in sympathy, and beginning to feel herself more capable of thorough enjoyment than she has been for years. "Was she witty, as all Irish people are said to be?","An overwhelming desire to see you again," returns this wise young man, in a tone that is absolutely abject.,"Well, at all events I shan't go one moment before I said I should," says Rodney.,"Yes. I thank you for your goodness," returns he, slowly.,At this Mr. Rodney moves a shade closer to her.,Her lips part. An expression that is half gladness, half amusement, brightens her eyes..