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Mona smiles too in return, though still heavy at heart.,tells himself that all may yet be right betwixt him and his love.,Her face betrays more than she knows.,"Yes, old-fashioned. She is always called Doatie Darling by her familiars, which sounds funny. She is quite charming, and loved by every one.",Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,'There is a pleasure sure,"Lady Lilias Eaton, you mean?" asks Lady Rodney. "That reminds me we are bound to go over there to-morrow. At least, some of us.","You can hardly mean that?" says Mona, with some surprise.,"I shall never regret anything, as long as I have you!" says Rodney. "Be assured of that.","I don't know, I'm sure. I have never thought about it. Did I cry, Geoffrey, when——" hesitates Mrs. Geoffrey, with a laugh, and a faint sweet blush.,"What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?","I'm sure I don't wonder," says Geoffrey, very humbly. "I beg your pardon a thousand times; and—good-by, Miss Mona.".