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Violet, coming in a few moments later, finds them still discussing the all-important theme.,When she made him this little trustful speech, however, he had felt some embarrassment, and had turned his attention upon a little muddy boy who was playing pitch-and-toss, irrespective of consequences, on the other side of the way.,"Let me go, Mona," says Geoffrey, forcing her arms from round him and almost flinging her to one side. It is the first and last time he ever treats a woman with roughness.,In ignorance of the fact that Geoffrey has been hurt in the fray, she lays her hand upon the injured arm. Instinctively he shrinks from the touch.,"What's the matter with them?" says Mona, with some pardonable impatience.,"And do you know," she says, with charming naivete, not looking at him, but biting a blade of grass in a distractingly pretty and somewhat pensive fashion, "do you know her neck and arms are not a patch on mine?","That is true, for a time, with some. Forever with others.","And severe-looking? You said she was like you.",Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes: of course we shall excuse your dressing to-night," says Lady Rodney, addressing her son far more than Mona, though the words presumably are meant for her. Whereupon Mona, rising from her chair with a sigh of relief, follows Geoffrey out of the room and upstairs.,"Ah!" says Mona, springing to her feet, and turning to the door, as though to summon aid; but he stops her by a gesture.,"Is it?" says she, a little wistfully. "You think so now; but if afterwards you should know regret, or——".