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"I shall feel regret," says, Mona, brokenly, the tears running down her cheeks.,"I don't know that: Lilian Chetwoode made him welcome in her house last night," says Doatie, a little bitterly.,"Where has Mona taken the duchess?" asks Lady Rodney of Sir Nicholas half an hour later.,"You mustn't think I supposed you kept it for any other purpose," he says, quite solemnly, and in such a depressed tone that Mona almost feels sorry for him.,The answer is so downright, so unlike the usual "a little," or "oh, nothing to signify," or "just when there is nobody else," and so on, that Geoffrey is rather taken back.,Here he breaks down ignominiously, considering the amount of sternness he had summoned to his aid when commencing, and, walking to the mantelpiece, lays his arm on it, and his head upon his arms.,This is a handsome offer, all things considered, but Mona turns a deaf ear to it. She is standing on her door-step at this moment, and now descends until she reaches the tiny gravelled path.,The stream, though insignificant, is swift. Placing her strong young arms, that are rounded and fair as those of any court dame, beneath Rodney, she lifts him, and, by a supreme effort, and by right of her fresh youth and perfect health, draws him herself to land.,"Then you are out of your mind," says Rodney.,He turns to her again.,"Then why does he prosecute the poor? We can't live; yet he won't lower the rints," says a sullen voice from the background.,Geoffrey says nothing. But Sir Nicholas, as though impulsively, says,—.