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"Geoffrey, will you take me to him?" says Mona, rousing herself.,"A year! An eternity!","I sha'n't go to bed at all," declares Mrs. Geoffrey, excitedly. "I shall never go to bed again, I think, until all this is cleared up. Geoffrey, bring me over that chair.","It is very strange," says Mona, with a dissatisfied sigh, "but I'll tell you all about it by and by.",When she has finished, Geoffrey says "thank you" in a low tone. He is thinking of the last time when some one else sang to him, and of how different the whole scene was from this. It was at the Towers, and the hour with its dying daylight, rises before him. The subdued light of the summer eve, the open window, the perfume of the drowsy flowers, the girl at the piano with her small drooping head and her perfectly trained and very pretty voice, the room, the soft silence, his mother leaning back in her crimson velvet chair, beating time to the music with her long jewelled, fingers,—all is remembered.,"Yes?" says Mona, who looks and is, intensely interested.,The duchess laughs.,"Better," says Mona, laughing gayly.,"Wait till you see her," says Geoffrey, after a little pause, with full faith in his own recipe.,"You seem to take my success in this case as a certainty," he says, with a frown. "I may fail.",Such is Nicholas's betrothed, to whom, as she gazes on her, all at once, in the first little moment, Mona's whole soul goes out.,"Oh, no! it is not that! you must know it is not that," says Mona, in deep grief. "It is that I cannot marry you!".