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Altogether, things are very disappointing; though perhaps there is comfort in the thought that no one is waiting round a corner, or lying perdu in a ditch, ready to smash the first comer with a blackthorn stick, or reduce him to submission with a pike, irrespective of cause or reason.,The inference is full of saddest meaning. Even Geoffrey feels the tears rise unbidden to his eyes.,He makes no reply. And for a full minute no word is spoken between them.,"Mona, do be friends with me," he says at last, desperately, driven to simplicity of language through his very misery. There is a humility in this speech that pleases her.,He comes to her and looks over her shoulder at the paper she holds. In an ugly unformed hand the following figures and words are written upon it,—,"No, she was not in the lodge, but two women were approaching as I left it. I think they were the girl and her mother.","If there are any," says Geoffrey, with a twinkle in his eye.,"My dear mother, there is hardly anything I wouldn't do for you; but the Nugent scheme wouldn't suit at all. That girl of the Cheviots is sure to be there,—you know how fond Bessie Nugent is of her?—and I know she is bent on marrying me.",The duchess gives it up. "Yes, and a far better one, too," she says, amiably, declining to explain. Indeed, she is delighted to meet a young woman who actually regards slang as a foreign and unstudied language, and shrinks from being the first to help her to forget the English tongue. "Is there much beauty in Ireland?" she asks, presently.,"But why?" asks the duchess.,"Well," said the old man, "up here on Two Medicine Lodge Creek there are some people—up where the piskun is, you know.","Why, Spice, of course," opening her eyes. "Didn't you know. Why, what else could I mean?".