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CHAPTER XXIV.,"I should rather think so. Who wouldn't? I went to Glengariffe the other day, and can hardly fancy anything more lovely than its pure waters, and its purple hills that lie continued in the depths beneath.",The painters were told what to do long, long ago, "in about the second generation after the first people.","All that is morbid," says Mona: "you should try to conquer it. It is not healthy.","And to think we all sat pretty nearly every evening within a yard or two of that blessed will, and never knew anything about it!" he says, at last, in a tone of unmitigated disgust.,"Oh, no! But listen to my story. When he saw how I hated his proposal, he very generously forgave the price, and let me have the document a free gift. That was rather good of him, was it not? because men like having their own way, you know.","Oh, indeed!" says Mona; and then, with downcast eyes, "but I don't know, because you never told me before.",To pay a compliment perfectly one must, I think, have at least a few drops of Irish blood in one's veins. As a rule, the happy-go-lucky people of Ireland can bring themselves to believe thoroughly, and without hypocrisy, in almost anything for the time being,—can fling themselves heart and soul into their flatteries, and come out of them again as victors. And what other nation is capable of this? To make sweet phrases is one thing; to look as if you felt or meant them is quite another.,CHAPTER XI.,She has shaken hands with everybody, and has kissed Lady Rodney, and is now being introduced to Mona.,"I sha'n't go to bed at all," declares Mrs. Geoffrey, excitedly. "I shall never go to bed again, I think, until all this is cleared up. Geoffrey, bring me over that chair.","But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?".