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Lady Rodney holds out her hand, and Mona lays hers within it.,"If—if you loved a fellow, would anything turn you against him?" asks he, suddenly, looking her full in the face.,"Oh, no, I'm not clever," says Mona; "but"—nervously and with downcast eyes, addressing Geoffrey—"I might perhaps be able to make you a little more comfortable.",It is dreary waiting. No sleep comes to her eyes; she barely moves; the dogs slumber drowsily, and moan and start in their sleep, "fighting their battles o'er again," it may be, or anticipating future warfare. Slowly, ominously, the clock strikes twelve. Two hours have slipped into eternity; midnight is at hand!,"What's the matter with them?" says Mona, with some pardonable impatience.,"What a lovely necklace you are wearing!",Soon some people came to meet them and said, "What is this? Why are you mourning? Where is your husband?",She is plainly very much in earnest, and has fixed her large expressive eyes—lovely as loving—with calm expectancy upon the duchess. She has altogether forgotten that she is a duchess (perhaps, indeed, has never quite grasped the fact), and that she is an imposing and portly person not accustomed to exercise of any description.,"It is my opinion that you looked and listened all the time; and it was shamefully mean of you," says Dorothy.,On the middle of the rustic bridge before mentioned he stops her, to say, unexpectedly,—,He lifts his head here, and laughs aloud, a short, unmirthful laugh.,Meanwhile, the hours go by "laden with golden grain." Every day makes Mona dearer and more dear, her sweet and guileless nature being one calculated to create, with growing knowledge, an increasing admiration and tenderness. Indeed, each happy afternoon spent with her serves but to forge another link in the chain that binds him to her..