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"And I am to say 'pals' for friends, and call it pure English?","Come in for a little while and rest yourself," says Mona, hospitably, "while I get the brandy and send it up to poor Kitty.","There, don't cry, and you shall have it all your own way," he says, with a sigh. "To-morrow we will decide what is to be done.","Very well; you sha'n't be put there," he says. "But nevertheless you must be prepared for the fact that you will undoubtedly be stared at by the common herd, whether you are in the National Gallery or out of it.","Her eyes certainly are——" says Geoffrey.,The dhudheen is an institution, no doubt, but the owner of it, as a rule, is not to be found seated on a five-barred gate, with a shamrock pinned in his hat and a straw in his mouth, singing "Rory O'More" or "Paddy O'Rafferty," as the case may be. On the contrary, poor soul, he is found by Geoffrey either digging up his potatoes or stocking his turf for winter use.,"I don't understand you," says Geoffrey, still rather hotly.,"But why, darling? Could you not be happy as my wife?",In the house of Rodney there is mourning and woe. Horror has fallen upon it, and something that touches on disgrace. Lady Rodney, leaning back in her chair with her scented handkerchief pressed close to her eyes, sobs aloud and refuses to be comforted.,"Yes, isn't it?" says Dorothy, quite in good faith; "though I don't know after all why it should be; we could see for ourselves; we knew all about it long ago!","I won't betray you," she says. "You may trust me. Where are they stationed?","Oh, is that their name?—a pretty one too—if—er—somewhat difficult," says Lady Lilias, courteously. "Well as I was saying, in spite of their tails, they really are quite pretty.".