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"Great lords are not necessarily faultlessly correct, either on or off the stage," says Geoffrey. "But, just for choice, I prefer them off it. No, that will not do at all. When my mother addresses you, you are to answer her back again in tones even colder than her own, and say——",I forget if I described it before, but it is a room quite perfect in every respect, a beautiful room, oak-panelled from floor to ceiling, with this peculiarity about it, that whereas three of the walls have their panels quite long, without a break from top to bottom, the fourth—that is, the one in which the fireplace has been inserted—has the panels of a smaller size, cut up into pieces from about one foot broad to two feet long.,"Has he the will?" asks Mona, foolishly, but impulsively.,"We are not so altogether murderous as you seem to think," says Mona, half apologetically.,His tone, his emphasis on the pronoun, is significant.,In the distance a woman is bending over a keeler making up a huge mass of butter into rolls, nicely squared and smoothed, to make them look their best and handsomest to-morrow.,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,"I shall do nothing but look at the clock and listen for the sound of the horse's feet.","But at the same time I must ask you to remember you are speaking of my wife.","I hardly think so. You can refuse to see people yourself when it suits you. Only yesterday, when Mr. Boer, our rector, called, and I sent for you, you would not come.","Oh! that is really shocking," says Violet, with a curl of her very short upper lip.,"Am I not?" says he, humbly, putting on his carefully crestfallen air that has generally been found so highly successful. "Tell me my fault.".