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"She is not a lady," says Lady Rodney, as though that should terminate the argument.,"From whom?" demands Mona, lazily, seeing the writing is unknown to her.,Oh, hame, hame—hame fain wad I be,,All day long, and often far into the night, these two sat on a near-by hill and wailed, and their mourning was sad.,"Did I say all that?" asks Mrs. Geoffrey, with wide eyes. "Indeed, I think you mistake. Old people have wrinkles, and they do not talk as you do. And when one is sweet to look at, one is never old.","Who on earth are you speaking to?" says Geoffrey.,"Why?" demands her mistress, somewhat haughtily. "I suppose even the English gentleman, as you call him, can see butter with dying! Show him in at once.","What has he done?" asks Geoffrey, somewhat bewildered and greatly distressed at her apparent grief.,At this he would have drawn her into his arms, hoping her gayety may mean forgiveness and free absolution for all things said and done the day before; but she recoils from him.,This is just a little too much. Mona gives way. Standing well back from her butter, she lets her pretty rounded bare arms fall lightly before her to their full length, and as her fingers clasp each other she turns to Rodney and breaks into a peal of laughter sweet as music.,"We needn't risk it. And it is no harm, darling, because you will soon be my wife, and then I shall give you everything. When the dress comes I'll send it up to you by my man, and you must manage the rest.","Why don't you call me Nicholas, as Geoffrey does?".