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It is the 14th of December, and "bitter chill." Upon all the lawns and walks at the Towers, "Nature, the vicar of the almightie Lord," has laid its white winding-sheet. In the long avenue the gaunt and barren branches of the stately elms are bowed down with the weight of the snow, that fell softly but heavily all last night, creeping upon the sleeping world with such swift and noiseless wings that it recked not of its visit till the chill beams of a wintry sun betrayed it.,"Well, you know, it was much too much,—it was really," says Mr. Darling, very earnestly. "Mrs. Geoffrey, won't you come to my rescue?".,"Well, then, I will not," returns she, with a last effort at determination, and the most miserable face in the world.,"You aren't angry, are you?" says Mona, now really contrite. "I couldn't help it, and it was like it, you know.","Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,"Do you?" says Geoffrey, in a tone that means much.,"Your husband is looking for you," she says to Mona, in an icy tone. "You had better go to him. This is no place for you.","You needn't tell me that. I'm positive they couldn't be named in the same day," says Geoffrey, enthusiastically, who never in his life saw Lady Crighton, or her neck or arms.,"Time will soften her grief," says Rodney, with an attempt at soothing. "And she is young; she will marry again, and form new ties.",She has sprained her ancle, and is now lying on a couch in a small drawing room as the Rodneys are ushered in. She is rather glad to see them, as life with an "intense" sister is at times trying, and the ritualistic curate is from home. So she smiles upon them, and manages to look as amiable as plain people ever can look.,In being mad, which none but madmen know.'.