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The door at the farthest end of the room has been opened, and two people who are as yet invisible stand upon the threshold, too surprised to advance, too enthralled, indeed, by the sight before them to do so.,"It was only twenty minutes," says Mona.,"You must understand," she says emphatically, "he did not shoot himself purposely. It was an accident,—a pure accident.",In due course the wonderful gown arrives, and is made welcome at the farm, where Geoffrey too puts in an appearance about two hours later.,"Now he is thinking of that horrid lawsuit again," says Nolly, regretfully, who is a really good sort all round. "Let us go to him.",They are all standing in a sort of anteroom, curtained off, but only partly concealed from the ballroom. Young Lady Chetwoode, who, as I have said, is a special pet with the duchess, is present, with Sir Guy and one or two others.,He knows her sufficiently well to refrain from further expostulation, and just accompanies her silently along the lonely road.,"Thanks!" returns he, with an ironical laugh. "How excellently your tone agrees with your words?","It was Tim Ryan," returns Mona, wearily, feeling unequal to a long story just at present.,Mona smiles too in return, though still heavy at heart.,Miss Mona looks puzzled.,"You seem to take my success in this case as a certainty," he says, with a frown. "I may fail.".