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"Yes, I shall say——" anxiously.,She is a very little girl, quite half a head shorter than Mona, and, now that one can see her more plainly as she stands on the hearthrug, something more than commonly pretty.,"You have heard me," retorts he, coldly, angered to the last degree by the extreme horror and disgust she has evinced at his proposal. He deliberately replaces the precious paper in his pocket, and turns as if to go.,"Then they ought to be ashamed of themselves," says Mona, with much indignation. "Months indeed!",He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips.,At this Mona turns her gaze secretly upon him. She studies his hair, his gray eyes, his irregular nose,—that ought to have known better,—and his handsome mouth, so resolute, yet so tender, that his fair moustache only half conceals. The world in general acknowledges Mr. Rodney to be a well-looking young man of ordinary merits, but in Mona's eyes he is something more than all this; and I believe the word "ordinary," as applied to him, would sound offensive in her ears.,Mona, sitting down to the piano, plays a few chords in a slow, plaintive fashion, and then begins. Paul Rodney has come to the doorway, and is standing there gazing at her, though she knows it not. The ballroom is far distant, so far that the sound of the band does not break upon the silence of the room in which they are assembled. A hush falls upon the listeners as Mona's fresh, pathetic, tender voice rises into the air.,"No; I shall have him with me: but, hush! It is quite a secret," placing her finger on her lips.,"Yet, in spite of what you say, you turn from me, you despise me," exclaims he, with some growing excitement.,"Well, it was perfect: wasn't it, Violet?",Her confusion, however, and the fact that no one else is near, betrays the secret she fain would hide.,To which she answers, "No. How should I? But tell me.".