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Captain Acton broke in: "We have finer sunsets in England than any you get in the tropics.","You have good custom today, François," he said with a gesture toward the chattering groups at the other tables.,"You dance, of course," says Lady Rodney, turning to Mona, a little ashamed, perhaps, of her late rudeness.,They all wended their way back to the town, singing wedding songs, as gaily as they had before mournfully bewailed the sacrifice of the Princess. The marriage took place the following day, and the joy with which it was celebrated may be imagined.,"Good by, dear Paul," says Mona, very gently, impressed by his evident grief and earnestness.,"It's a fact, Harry," backed Maurice.,Griffin yawned elaborately and then addressed Margaret Howes with lifted eyebrows.,"Oh please don't do that," begged Maurice. "I'm jest a little weak, that's all. You leave me here an' send Anse back to stay with me. I do so want to go over in the woods fer a little while, Missus Wilson.","'And the message,' he says, 'this is ut: "Off Gibson's Grove at tin o'clock,"' says he.","That is a pretty verse," she says, quietly. "But I do not know the poem. I should like to read it.","So glad you have come," says Lady Rodney, in a tone that belies her words, and in a sweet silvery voice that chills the heart of her listener. "We hardly thought we should see you so soon, the trains here are so unpunctual. I hope the carriage was in time?","Not hard," Patricia reassured her gravely. "Just enough to turn you loose. 'Twas not so deep as a grave nor so wide as a church door, but it did answer. Go on, Elinor, love, it's getting late.".