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"Where's the docther at all, at all?" says he, forcing Geoffrey into a chair, and turning to Biddy, who is standing open-mouthed in the doorway, and who, though grieved, is plainly finding some pleasure in the situation. Being investigated, she informs them the "docther" is to-night on the top of Carrigfoddha Mountain, and, literally, "won't be home until morning.",Seeing further talk is useless, Mona slips her hand into Rodney's and leads him down the road.,Looks as if lulled upon an angel's lap,They said to him, "We shall be sorry to lose this back fat.","No. All the county people round when they heard of me—which, according to my own mental calculations on the subject, must have been exactly five minutes after my arrival—quite adopted me. You are a very hospitable nation, Mrs. Rodney; nobody can deny that. Positively, the whole time I was in Limerick I could have dined three times every day had I so chosen.","Do not trouble yourself to make any further excuse," says Mona, icily.,At this, in spite of everything, Rodney laughs lightly, and, taking her hand in his, draws it through his arm. There is love and trust and great content in his laugh.,"Yet even were it so you would love me, Mona?",Lady Rodney is somewhat shocked, at this view of the case.,"But she lost her husband," says Mona, gently.,"Why make a fool of me?" the poor man asked. "My heart is sad. I am crying." He covered his head with his robe and wept.,"It is pretty, I think," she says. "The duke," with a grave look, "gave it to me just two years after my son was born.".