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'Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,,"Nothing," replied the old man. "I fell down and spilled my arrows, and I am putting them back.",Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,"She evidently took your advice," says Nicholas.,"Oh, no," says Rodney, hastily. "I have given quite too much trouble already. I assure you I am quite well enough now to ride back again to Bantry.","Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye.","It is quite a romance," says Jack Rodney: "I never heard anything like it before off the stage." He is speaking to the room generally. "I doubt if any one but you, Mona, would have got the will out of him. He hates the rest of us like poison.","Yes, very glad," returns he, hardly knowing what he says. He has gone back again to his first thoughts,—his mother's boudoir, with its old china, and its choice water-colors that line the walls, and its delicate Italian statuettes. In his own home—which is situated about fourteen miles from the Towers, and which is rather out of repair through years of disuse—there are many rooms. He is busy now trying to remember them, and to decide which of them would look best decked out in crimson and gray, or blue and silver: he hardly knows which would suit her best. Perhaps, after all——,"But who was this gentleman?" says Lady Rodney, superciliously. "No doubt some draper from the town.","Yes, and——","Just fancy the Æsthetic with a husband, and a baby on her knee.",Comes forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray".