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"Lady Mary Crighton? Yes, I have met her. An old lady with corkscrew ringlets, patches, and hoops? She is quite grande dame, and witty, like all you Irish people.",And now what remains to be told? But little, I think! For my gentle Mona has reached that haven where she would be!,"Harder even than you know. He is engaged to one of the dearest little girls possible, but of course if this affair terminates in favor of—" he hesitates palpably, then says with an effort—"my cousin, the engagement comes to an end.",Then Mona rises, and they both come to the entrance of the small room, and stand where Lady Rodney can overhear what they are saying.,"Come," he said, taking hold of her arm.,Now they can hear the sound of wheels; and presently a light tax-cart swings round the corner, drawn by a large, bony, bay mare, and in which sits a heavy-looking, elderly man, in a light overcoat.,Lady Rodney is somewhat shocked, at this view of the case.,"What a wretched evening!" says Violet, with a little shiver. "Geoffrey, draw the curtains closer.","My dear mother, there is hardly anything I wouldn't do for you; but the Nugent scheme wouldn't suit at all. That girl of the Cheviots is sure to be there,—you know how fond Bessie Nugent is of her?—and I know she is bent on marrying me.","Well, do not preach such doctrine to Geoffrey," she says, with repentance mixed with pathos.,As if they feared the light.,"What a very charming dairy!" he says, mildly..