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"How I wish it didn't!" says Mona, with a sigh.,"Let's have it," says Jack, waking up from his reverie, having found it impossible to compel Violet's eyes to meet his.,"I think I see myself behind Mazerin, at this time of day," says Mr. Rodney, heartlessly. "You don't catch me at it, if I know it. I'm not sure what horse I shall have, but I trust to Thomas to give me a good one. For the last time, good-by, you amiable young goose, and don't expect me till I come.",Still she hesitates, and he is not slow to notice the eloquent pause.,"What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?","Well, there's good deal of sense in that," says Jack.,"Neither.",Geoffrey, with his gun upon his shoulder, trudges steadily onward rejoicing in the freshness of the morning air.,"No, no, indeed. You have behaved admirably where most women would have ignominiously failed. Let that thought console you. To have a perfect temper, such as yours, should be in itself a source of satisfaction. And now bathe your eyes, and make yourself look even prettier than usual. A difficult matter, isn't it?" with a friendly smile.,They have reached the farm again by this time, and Geoffrey, taking up the guns he had left behind the hall door,—or what old Scully is pleased to call the front door in contradistinction to the back door, through which he is in the habit of making his exits and entrances,—holds out his hand to bid her good-by.,"What! kiss the Australian? I'd see him—very well—that is—ahem! I certainly would not, you know," says Mr. Rodney.,"I am staying at a shooting-lodge called Coolnagurtheen. Do you know where that is.".