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"Eh?" says Mrs. Geoffrey.,Mona, though still angered, is yet somewhat softened by this speech, as might any woman. Her color fades again, and heavy tears, rising rapidly, quench the fire that only a moment since made her large eyes dark and passionate.,"You have not quite forgotten me, I hope, Mrs. Rodney. You will give me one dance?","You condemn me without a hearing, swayed by the influence of a carefully educated dislike," retorts he:,"I hope she isn't in love with you," she says, slowly.,"A madness most discreet,,And sitteth in a Sabbath of still rest;,"You are lying, sir," says Mona, contemptuously.,"My dearest child, do not take things so dreadfully to heart," he says, entreatingly and soothingly: "it is all a mistake; and my mother will, I know, be the first to acknowledge herself in error.",He pauses. In the darkness a loving, clinging hand has again crept into his, full of sweet entreaty, and by a gentle pressure has reduced him to calmness.,Mona is the first to recover herself.,Tired at length, and feeling somewhat chilled, Mona rouses herself from her reverie, and, followed by her two faithful guardians, moves towards the staircase. Passing the armored men that stand in niches along the walls, a little sensation of fear, a certain belief in the uncanny, runs through her. She looks in a terrified fashion over her left shoulder, and shudders perceptibly. Do dark fiery eyes look upon her in very truth from those ghastly visors?—surely a clank of supernatural armor smote upon her ear just then!.