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For a moment her Grace hesitates, then is lost. It is to her a new sensation to be taken about by a young woman to see things. Up to this, it has been she who has taken the young women about to see things. But Mona is so openly and genuinely anxious to bestow a favor upon her to do her, in fact, a good turn, that she is subdued, sweetened, nay, almost flattered, by this artless desire to please her for "love's sake" alone.,But Geoffrey to whom the situation has its charm, takes up the broken thread.,Some said he had gone to India, others to Van Diemen's Land, but in truth none knew, or cared to know, save Elspeth, the old nurse, who had tended him and his father before him, and who in her heart nourished for him an undying affection.,"Very self-denying of him, indeed," says Geoffrey, with a slight sneer, and a sigh of relief.,So at her bidding he repeats the lines slowly, and in his best manner, which is very good:—,"I tell you I have not," says Geoffrey. "Nothing of the sort. You are wool-gathering.",To quarrel with Geoffrey's people will be to cause Geoffrey silent but acute regret, and so for his sake, to save him pain, she quietly bears many things, and waits for better days. What is a month or two of misery, she tells herself, but a sigh amidst the pleasures of one's life? Yet I think it is the indomitable pluck and endurance of her race that carries her successfully through all her troubles.,Some one is coming quickly towards them. Rodney, dropping Mona's hand, looks hurriedly round, only to see Lady Rodney approaching.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad.,From here he went on again, and after a time he came to a big camp. A man-eater was the chief of this place.,"I admit all that. But how can they help it, when they have no money and when there are always the dear children? I dare say we are dirty, but so are other nations, and no one sneers at them as they sneer at us. Are we dirtier than the canny Scots on whom your queen bestows so much of her society? Tell me that!".