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To this name, given to her in such an unkindly spirit, Mona clings with singular pertinacity. Once when Nolly has called her by it in Lady Rodney's hearing, the latter raises her head, and a remorseful light kindles in her eyes; and when Mr. Darling has taken himself away she turns entreatingly to Mona, and, with a warm accession of coloring, says, earnestly,—,"Well, I suppose I am wrong," says Mona, with a sigh. "Are you very angry with me, Geoff? Would you ever have forgiven me if I had done it?","I don't want to think of it," says her friend, desperately.,She has shaken hands with everybody, and has kissed Lady Rodney, and is now being introduced to Mona.,But Geoffrey to whom the situation has its charm, takes up the broken thread.,"No. Play anything monotonous, that is slow and dignified besides, and it will answer; in fact, anything at all," says Geoffrey, largely, at which Violet smiles and seats herself at the piano.,At breakfast Mona betrays the fact that she has met Paul Rodney during her morning ramble, and tells all that passed between him and her,—on being closely questioned,—which news has the effect of bringing a cloud to the brow of Sir Nicholas and a frown to that of his mother.,Then he turns his head away again to let his eyes rest on Mona, as though nowhere else can peace or comfort be found.,"But he wants to marry you. I know he does. Tell me the truth about that," he says, with flattering vehemence.,"My dear fellow, you have overworked your brain," he says, ironically: "You don't understand me. I am not tired of her. I shall never cease to bless the day I saw her,"—this with great earnestness,—"but you say I have married the handsomest woman in England, and she is not English at all.",That is the part you mean, is it not? I know all that poem very nearly by heart.","So Warden failed you?" he says, presently, alluding to old Elspeth's nephew..