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"I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!","Brown night retires; young day pours in apace,,"I shouldn't think deafness is in your family," says Geoffrey, genially.,"I remember it; and I remember, too, who watched all that: do you?" he asks, his eyes fixed upon hers.,"Edith Carson is very nearly so, I think.","I hardly like to ask her to do it," says the young man, divided between an overpowering desire to be made "comfortable," as she has expressed it, and a chivalrous fear that the sight of the nasty though harmless flesh-wound will cause her some distress. "Perhaps it will make you unhappy,—may shock you," he says to her, with some anxiety.,"Nolly, you have no romance in your nature," says Nicholas, severely.,Thus at odd moments time can treble itself; but with the blessed daylight come comfort and renewed hope, and Geoffrey, greeting with rapture the happy morn, that,,"Good gracious, Mona, whom do you mean?" asks he, aghast both at her look and tone.,There is no vehement applause as Mona takes her fingers from the keys, but every one says, "Thank you," in a low tone. Geoffrey, going up to her, leans over her chair and whispers, with some agitation,—,She hastens her steps, and runs down hurriedly into the hall below, which is almost as light as day. Turning aside, she makes for the library, and now (and not till now) remembers she has no light, and that the library, its shutters carefully closed every night by the invaluable Jenkins himself, is of necessity in perfect darkness.,"What is it, Jenkins? Speak!" says Lady Rodney, rising from her chair, and staying him, as he would leave the room, by an imperious gesture..