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"If they could only hear us now!" murmurs Geoffrey, addressing no one in particular.,"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.,"It is forever!" he says, incoherently. "Oh, Mona, at least—at least promise you will always think kindly of me.","She took her to see the lake. Mona, you know, raves about it, when the moon lights it up.,Mrs. Geoffrey, thus addressed, rouses herself, and says, "What can I do for you?" in a far-away tone that proves she has been in thought-land miles away from every one. Through her brain some words are surging. Her mind has gone back to that scene in the conservatory last night when she and Paul Rodney had been together. What was it he had said? What were the exact words he had used? She lays two fingers on her smooth white brow, and lets a little frown—born only of bewildered thought—contract its fairness.,"A—student?" says Mona, in a degree puzzled.,"Why don't you call me Nicholas, as Geoffrey does?","Yes. Girl with light, frizzy hair and green eye.","Well, I never met such a blab! I believe you'd peach on your grandmother," says her brother, with supreme contempt. "I didn't do 'em a bit of harm, Rodney I give you my word.","Shall I write to her?" asks Mona, gently. "Say what you wish done.",Her eyes fill with tears.,"Thanks. I shall try to believe you, though your mirth is somewhat out of place, and has a tendency towards heartlessness." (He is laughing too.) "Yet there have been instances," goes on Mr. Rodney, still smiling, while watching her intently, "when maiden aunts have taken a fancy to third sons, and have died leaving them lots of tin.".