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"Awfully early," puts in Geoffrey.,"But he wants to marry you. I know he does. Tell me the truth about that," he says, with flattering vehemence.,"Perhaps Lady Rodney would not like it.","If I were 'Geoffrey,' I think I shouldn't," says the duchess, meaningly.,"I will tell him," says Mona.,"But you were not afraid to dance with Lauderdale, my son?" says the duchess, looking at her.,On a low bed, with his eyes fastened eagerly upon the door, lies Paul Rodney, the dews of death already on his face.,"I don't see why I shouldn't put in a month there very comfortably," says Geoffrey, indolently, pulling the ears of a pretty, saucy little fat terrier that sits blinking at him, with brown eyes full of love, on a chair close by. "And it will be something new to go to Ireland, at all events. It is rather out of the running these times, so probably will prove interesting; and at least there is a chance that one won't meet every town acquaintance round every corner. That's the worry of going abroad, and I'm heartily sick of the whole thing.","Will your majesty deign to confer some slight sign of favor upon a very devoted servant?","Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself.,"There is hardly any taste so charming or so engrossing as that for flowers," says Geoffrey, making this trite little speech, that sounds like a copy-book, in his most engaging style. "My mother and cousin do a great deal of that sort of thing when at home.",Mona never afterwards could say which man was the first to make the attack, but in a second they are locked in each other's arms in a deadly embrace. A desire to cry aloud, to summon help, takes hold of her, but she beats it down, some inward feeling, clear, yet undefined, telling her that publicity on such a matter as this will be eminently undesirable..