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This is fortunate. Every one feels that Nicholas is not only clever, but singularly lucky.,"Now, that is good of you," she says, gratefully, and then, as he stoops to kiss her, she throws her arms around his neck and bursts into tears.,At this Lady Rodney sits quite upright, and turns appealingly to Violet. "Oh, Violet, I do hope not," she says.,"Don't ask me to flatter you. You will get plenty to do that by and by," says Geoffrey, rather jealously, rather bitterly.,"Yes. Girl with light, frizzy hair and green eye.","But who was this gentleman?" says Lady Rodney, superciliously. "No doubt some draper from the town.","Some other day you can do that. Now go," says Mona, imperiously, waving her hand.,At this Mona and Geoffrey break into silent laughter, being overcome by the insinuation about lying.,"Why?" he says, with suppressed passion. "Because, each time I do, I know myself to be—what I am! Your truthful eyes are mirrors in which my heart lies bare." With an effort he recovers himself, and, drawing his breath quickly, grows calm again. "If I were to gaze at you as often as I should desire, you would probably deem me impertinent," he says, with a lapse into his former half-insolent tone.,For nature made her what she is,,"Well; there isn't much, is there?" says Mona, pleasantly.,"Well, perhaps I was," says Geoffrey, easily: "we are all mad on one subject or another, you know; mine may be Mona. She is an excuse for madness, certainly. At all events, I know I am happy, which quite carries out your theory, because, as Dryden says,—.