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"I promise you faithfully," says Mona.,"You see me," says the man, sullenly; "an' ye may guess my errand." He fingers the trigger of his gun in a terribly significant manner as he speaks.,"Nicholas," cries she, a little sharply, "what is it you would say?",Miss Darling—Sir Nicholas's fiancee—and her brother are expected to night; and so the household generally has dressed itself earlier than usual to be in full readiness to receive them.,"Well," asked the old woman, "for whom are you mourning?","Why not? You will go there, perhaps when you are married.","Oh, I dare say," Nicholas, ironically. "You get out!","But you have interested me," says Geoffrey, seating himself on the broad sill of the window, as though preparing for a long dissertation on matters still unknown. "Pray tell me how your brother and his lovely wife—who evidently was as wise and true as she was lovely—got on.","So Warden failed you?" he says, presently, alluding to old Elspeth's nephew.,"It is very kind of them, I'm sure," says Geoffrey, unreasonably jealous, as, could he only have seen the said Terry's shock head of red hair, his fears of rivalry would forever have been laid at rest. "But they are favored friends. You can take presents from them, and yet the other day when I asked you if you would like a little gold chain to hang to your mother's watch, you answered me 'that you did not require it' in such a tone as actually froze me and made me feel I had said something unpardonably impertinent.","Why, they can't help it," explains he. "They are sent half the time.","I shall do only what you wish," returns he, chivalrously, arranging the cushion that adorns the back of her chair..