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"I have disappointed you," she says, tremulously, tears rising quickly. "I am a failure! I am not like the others.","But he wants to marry you. I know he does. Tell me the truth about that," he says, with flattering vehemence.,Geoffrey utters an exclamation, and Mona, after one swift comprehensive glance at the rifled cupboard, bursts into tears. The bitter disappointment is more than she can bear.,He is a little disappointed by the calmness of her answer.,"No lesse was she in secret heart affected,,Comes forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray",And now Mona knows no more nervousness, but with a steady and practised hand binds up his arm, and when all is finished pushes him gently (very gently) from her, and "with heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes," surveys with pride her handiwork.,"Then she doesn't know what she is talking about," says Mrs. Geoffrey, indignantly. "The idea of comparing Geoffrey with Jack!",There were those who said she clung to him because of his wonderful likeness to the picture of his grandfather in the south gallery, Sir Launcelot by name, who in choicest ruffles and most elaborate queue, smiled gayly down upon the passers-by.,Mona, rising, pushes Violet gently into her own chair, a little black-and-gold wicker thing, gaudily cushioned.,"Well, it was perfect: wasn't it, Violet?",That we can only say of things, they be.".