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And indeed the thought of this distant fern is as dear to Mona as to him. For to her comes a rush of tender joy, as she tells herself she may soon be growing in this alien earth a green plant torn from her fatherland.,"Are you one of the others?","I suppose she is a Roman Catholic," says Sir Nicholas musingly.,"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?","Well, I hope he has married a good girl, at all events," says Sir Nicholas, presently, with a sigh. But at this reasonable hope Lady Rodney once more gives way to bitter sobs.,And Mona, rousing herself from her unsatisfactory reverie, draws her breath quickly and then moves homeward.,"What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,"There," said the swans; "you are now close to the Sun's lodge. Follow that trail, and soon you will see it.","A cloud?" says Mona. And I think in her inmost heart she is rather glad than otherwise that her lover's people are not on the top rung of the ladder.,Without vouchsafing a glance of recognition to the Australian, she sweeps past, leaving them again alone. Paul laughs aloud.,"Do you know it never occurred to me until this afternoon?" she says, simply; "but now I think—I may be mistaken, but I really do think he fancies himself in love with me. A very silly fancy, of course.","Name it!" exclaims she, seeing he still hesitates..