CHAPTER XX.

HOW MONA DANCES A COUNTRY DANCE BEFORE A HYPERCRITICAL AUDIENCE-AND HOW MORE EYES THAN SHE WOTS OF MARK

HER PERFORMANCE.

'I HOPE you have had a nice walk?' says Violet, politely, drawing her skirts aside to make room for Mona, who has just come in.

It is quite half-past six; and though there is no light in the room, save the glorious flames given forth by the pine logs that lie on the top of the coals, still one can see that the occupants of the apartment are dressed for dinner.

Miss Darling-Sir Nicholas's fiancée-and her brother are expected to-night; and so the household generally has dressed itself carlier than usual to be in full readiness to receive them.

Lady Rodney and Violet are sitting over the fire, and now Mona joins them, gowned in the blue satin dress in which she had come to meet Geoffrey, not so many months ago, in the old wood behind the farm.

Very nice,' she says, in answer to Violet's question, sinking into the chair that Miss Mansergh, by a small gesture, half languid, half kindly, has pushed towards her, and which is close to Violet's own. 'I went up the avenue, and then out on the road for about half à mile.'

It is a very late hour for anyone to be on a public road,' says Lady Rodney, unpleasantly; quite forgetting that people, as a rule, do not go abroad in pale blue satin gowns, and that therefore some time must have

elapsed between Mona's return from her walk and the donning of her present attire. And so she overreaches herself, as clever people will do, at times.

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'It was two hours ago,' says Mona, gently. And then it was quite daylight, or at least'—truthfully— 'only the beginning of dusk.'

I think the days are lengthening,' says Violet, quietly, defending Mona unconsciously, and almost without knowing why. Yet in her heart-against her will as it were she is making room for this Irish girl, who, with her great appealing eyes and tender ways, is

not to be resisted.

'I had a small adventure,' says Mona, presently, with suppressed gaiety. All her gaiety of late has been suppressed! Just as I came back to the gate here, some one came riding by; and I turned to see who it was, at which his horse-as though frightened by my sudden movement—shied viciously, and then reared so near me as almost to strike me with his forepaws. I was frightened rather, because it was all so sudden, and sprang to one side. Then the gentleman got down, and coming to me, begged my pardon. I said it didn't matter, because I was really uninjured, and it was all my fault. But he seemed very sorry, and (it was dusk, as I told you, and I believe he is short-sighted) stared at me a great deal.'

'Well?' says Violet, who is smiling, and seems to see a joke, where Mona fails to see anything amusing.

'When he was tired of staring, he said "I suppose I am speaking to," and then he stopped. "Mrs. Rodney," replied I; and then he raised his hat, and bowed, and gave me his card. After that he mounted again, and rode away.'

'But who was this gentleman?' says Lady Rodney, superciliously. 'No doubt some draper from the

town.'

'No; he was not a draper,' says Mona, gently and without haste.

'Whoever he was, he hardly excelled in breeding,' says Lady Rodney; 'to ask your name without an introduction? I never heard of such a thing. Very execrable form indeed. In your place I should not have given it. And to manage his horse so badly that he nearly ran you down. He could hardly be anyone we know. Some petty squire, no doubt.'

'No; not a petty squire,' says Mona; and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to anyone?'

"The question was strictly in bad taste,' says Lady Rodney again. No well-bred man would ask it. I can hardly believe I know him. He must have been

some impossible person.'

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He was the Duke of Lauderdale,' says Mona
Here is his card.'

simply.
A pause.

Lady Rodney is plainly disconcerted, but says nothing. Violet follows suit, but more because she is thoroughly amused and on the point of laughter, than from a desire to make matters worse.

'I hope you had your hat on,' says Lady Rodney, presently, in a severe tone, meant to cover her defeat. She had once seen Mona with the crimson silk handkerchief on her head-Irish fashion-and had expressed her disapproval of all such uncivilised head-dresses.

with

Yes; I wore my big Rubens' hat, the one

'I don't care to hear about the contents of your wardrobe,' interrupts Lady Rodney, with a slight but unkind shrug. I am glad, at least, you were not seen in that objectionable head-dress you so often affect.'

'Was it the Rubens' hat with the long brown feather?' asks Violet, sweetly, turning to Mona, as though compelled by some unknown force to say anything that shall restore the girl to evenness of mind once more.

Yes; the one with the brown feather,' returns

Mona, quickly, and with a smile radiant and grateful, that sinks into Violet's heart and rests there.

"You told the Duke who you were!' breaks in Lady Rodney at this moment, who is in one of her worst moods.

Yes; I said I was Mrs. Rodney.'

'Mrs. Geoffrey Rodney would have been more correct. You forget your husband is the youngest son. When Captain Rodney marries, his wife will be Mrs. Rodney.'

'But surely until then Mona may lay claim to the title,' says Violet, quickly.

I do not wish to lay claim to anything,' says Mona, throwing up her head with a little proud gesture. Least of all to what does not by right belong to me. To be Mrs. Geoffrey is all I ask.'

She leans back in her chair, and brings her fingers together, clasping them so closely that her very nails grow white. Her thin nostrils dilate a little, and her breath comes quickly, but no angry word escapes her. How can her lips give utterance to a speech that may wound the mother of the man she loves!

Violet, watching her, notes the tumult in her mind, and seeing how her will gains mastery over her desire, honours her for her self-control.

Then Jack comes in, and Sir Nicholas, and later on Geoffrey.

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'No one can say we are not in time,' says Jack, gaily. It is exactly '-examining closely the ormoluclock upon the mantelpiece- one hour before we can reasonably expect dinner.'

'And three-quarters. Don't deceive yourself, my dear fellow, they can't be here one moment before a quarter to eight.'

'Then, in the meantime, Violet, I shall eat you,' says Captain Rodney, amiably; 'just to take the edge off my appetite. You would be hardly sufficient for a good meal!' He laughs, and glances significantly at

her slight but charming figure, which is petite but perfect; and then sinks into a low chair near her.

"I hear this dance at the Chetwoodes' is to be rather a large affair,' says Geoffrey, indifferently. 'I met Gore to-day, and he says the Duchess is going and half the county.'

'Does he mean going himself?' says Nicholas, idly. 'He is here to-day, I know, but one never knows where he may be to-morrow-he is so erratic.'

'He is a little difficult; but, on the whole, I think I like Sir Mark better than most men,' says Violet slowly.

Whereupon Jack Rodney instantly conceives a sudden and most uncalled-for dislike towards the man in question.

'Lilian is such a dear girl,' 'she is a very general favourite. dance will be a great success.'

says Lady Rodney; I have no doubt her

'You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it she that called last week?' asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.

'Yes; it was she who called last week,' returns her amiable mother-in-law, laying an unmistakable stress upon the pronoun.

No one is listening, fortunately, to this gratuitous correction, or hot words might have been the result. Sir Nicholas and Geoffrey are laughing over some old story that has been brought to their recollection by this idle chattering about the Chetwoodes' ball; Jack and Violet are deep in some topic of their own.

'Well, she danced like a fairy, at all events, in spite of her size,' says Sir Nicholas, alluding to the person the funny story had been about.

"You dance, of course,' says Lady Rodney, turning to Mona; a little ashamed, perhaps, of her late rude

ness.

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Oh! yes,' says Mona, brightening even under this small touch of friendliness; I'm very fond of

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