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For Geoffrey the prelude has been played, and now at last he knows it. Up and down the little hall he paces, his hands behind his back, as his wont when deep in day-dreams, and asks himself many a question hitherto unthought of. Can he—shall he—go farther in this matter? Then this thought presses to the front beyond all others:—"Does she—will she—ever love me?","You condemn me without a hearing, swayed by the influence of a carefully educated dislike," retorts he:,"A little," says Mona. It is perhaps the nearest approach to a falsehood she has ever made.,Mona smiles too in return, though still heavy at heart.,Then, as breakfast was virtually over before the letters came, they all rise, and disperse themselves as fancy dictates. But Geoffrey goes alone to where he knows he shall find Nicholas in his own den.,It is a very curious and obsolete, if singularly charming, performance, full of strange bows, and unexpected turnings, and curtseys dignified and deep.,"Geoffrey," she says with a visible effort.,"Why have you come?" said the Thunder in a dreadful voice.,I wish you would not take it so absurdly to heart. I haven't married an heiress, I know; but the whole world does not hinge on money.","Here, miss,—in the dairy? Law, Miss Mona! don't","There is,—a reason not to be surpassed. And as to the parlor,"—in a melancholy tone,—"I could not be happy there, or anywhere, just at present. Unless, indeed,"—this in a very low but carefully distinct tone,—"it be here!","So there is; something specially awful," responds Nolly, pensively. "She frightens me to death. She has an 'eye like a gimlet.' When I call to mind the day my father inveigled me into the library and sort of told me I couldn't do better than go in for Lilias, my knees give way beneath me and smite each other with fear. I shudder to think what part in her mediæval programme would have been allotted to me.".