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"In Sydney. In Paul Rodney's employ. In his very house.",Jack is laughing over a letter written by one of the fellows in India; all are deep in their own correspondence.,"What else did they say, Nolly?" asks Dorothy, in a wheedling tone.,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.,"Mona, do you think Elise is right? she is so very positive; are you sure heliotrope is the correct shade to go with this?" Or—,As soon as he had gone they began to talk about this strange person. They were afraid of him and did not know what to do. The children began to cry, and the women tried to quiet them. Presently the young man came back, bringing some meat.,"What a strange name yours is!—Nolly," says Mona, presently.,Mona is happier than words can say. She is up to her eyes in the business, that business sweetest to a woman's soul, the ordering and directing and general management of a trousseau. In her case she is doubly blessed, because she has the supervizing of two!,"I think I'd like to see myself in a regular evening gown," she say, wistfully.,"Do not ever speak to me like that again," says Mona, turning upon him eyes humid with disappointment, yet free from wrath of any kind. "As for Mr. Moore," with a curl of her short upper lip that it does him good to see, and a quick frown, "why, he is as old as the hills, and as fat as Tichborne, and he hasn't got a single hair on his head!","Perhaps you may not know it," says he, "but you are simply perfection!","A fit ending to a miserable day," says Lady Rodney, gloomily..