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"Of love generally?—no," with a disdainful glance,—"merely of your love of comfort.",Mona grows livid, and takes a step forward.,"How many hours there are in the night that we never count!" says Geoffrey, impatiently. "Good-night, Mona! To-morrow's dawn I shall call my dearest friend.",At this Mona breaks into a sweet but ringing laugh, that makes Lady Rodney (who is growing sleepy, and, therefore, irritable) turn, and fix upon her a cold, reproving glance.,They have entered the cottage by this time, and are standing in the tiny hall.,The duke loses his head a little.,"How melancholy!" says Mona, with a nearer approach to brightness than she has shown all day.,"Yes; let me go to him," says Mona, quickly; "I shall know what to say better than you.","What is it?" she says, fearfully, and then, "Your coat is wet—I feel it. Oh Geoffrey, look at your shirt. It is blood!" Her tone is full of horror. "What have they done to you?" she says, pitifully. "You are hurt, wounded!","She said very little; but she looks good and true. After all, Geoffrey might have done worse.",Mona, sitting down to the piano, plays a few chords in a slow, plaintive fashion, and then begins. Paul Rodney has come to the doorway, and is standing there gazing at her, though she knows it not. The ballroom is far distant, so far that the sound of the band does not break upon the silence of the room in which they are assembled. A hush falls upon the listeners as Mona's fresh, pathetic, tender voice rises into the air.,"But you said if the buffalo would only jump over, you would marry one of them. Look, the piskun is full.".