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Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, sails with offended dignity from the room.,"Is your brother, Mr. Rodney, like you?" asks Mona presently.,She would have gone to him then, and tried to console him in her own pretty fashion, but he motions her to stay where she is.,She laughs again with fresh delight at her own thought. That pig in the cabin has come back to her, filling her with amusement. Geoffrey regards her with puzzled eyes. What a strange temperament is this, where smiles and tears can mingle!,"I shall remember," says Mona, not knowing what the paper contains. "And who am I, that I should dwell upon the sins of another? Are you tired, Paul? How fearfully pale you are looking!","It appears he had a pocket-pistol with him, Sir Nicholas, and going home through the wood he stumbled over some roots, and it went off and injured him fatally. It is an internal wound, my lady. Dr. Bland, who is with him, says there is no hope.","Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?","My dear mother, there is hardly anything I wouldn't do for you; but the Nugent scheme wouldn't suit at all. That girl of the Cheviots is sure to be there,—you know how fond Bessie Nugent is of her?—and I know she is bent on marrying me.","I did not expect you would say anything else," returns she, coldly. "Is she quite without blood?","How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.,"But she lost her husband," says Mona, gently.,"I have heard so. I should like to see the library," says Paul, looking at her expectantly..