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At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,Stooping, he presses his lips to her hand for the first time. The caress is long and fervent.,With a little touch of wilfulness, perhaps pride, she withdraws her hand.,"So ye are, bless ye both!" says old Betty, much delighted, and forthwith, going to her dresser, takes down two plates, and two knives and forks, of pattern unknown and of the purest pot-metal, after which she once more returns to the revered potatoes.,Mona has no time to hear more; pale, but collected, she walks deliberately into the room and up to Lady Rodney.,"You have heard me," retorts he, coldly, angered to the last degree by the extreme horror and disgust she has evinced at his proposal. He deliberately replaces the precious paper in his pocket, and turns as if to go.,"Good gracious, Mona, whom do you mean?" asks he, aghast both at her look and tone.,"And you heard them? Nolly, explain yourself," says his sister, severely.,Still, she grows a little pale and dispirited after a while, for,"Oh, dear, no," says Mona, with an emphatic shake of her lovely head. "She hadn't the least little bit of wit in her composition. She was as solemn as an Eng——I mean a Spaniard (they are all solemn, are they not?), and never made a joke in her life, but she was irresistibly comic all the same." Then suddenly, "What a very pretty little woman that is over there, and what a lovely dress!","I quite forgot about the driver," says Geoffrey, beneath his breath. This remark is unfortunate. Mona turns upon him wrathfully.,"Because 'the miserable hath no other medicine but only hope,'" quotes she, very sadly..