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"I am sure I should not," says Rodney.,"I don't think I am," says Mona; "but the thought of meeting people for the first time makes me feel nervous. Is your mother tall, Geoffrey?","My dear child, don't talk like that," he says, nervously: "you're done up, you know. Come to bed.",And confident to morrow.","But surely until then Mona may lay claim to the title," says Violet, quickly.,Her coming is a thunderbolt, her speech lightning. Lady Rodney changes color, and is for once utterly disconcerted.,"I'm sure I don't wonder," says Geoffrey, very humbly. "I beg your pardon a thousand times; and—good-by, Miss Mona.","No?" arching her brows, and looking really sorry for her. "What a pity! They all come quite naturally to me. I don't remember ever being taught them. The music seemed to inspire me, and I really dance them very well. Don't I Geoff?","Do you think you are stronger than I am?" he says, amusement blended with the old admiration in his eyes.,"After all, I am half glad Nicholas is not to be routed," he says, presently, with some weariness in his tone. "The game wasn't worth the candle; I should never have been able to do the grand seigneur as he does it. I suppose I am not to the manner born. Besides, I bear him no malice.","Yes. But I shall never see them.","Could you?" she says hopefully. "How?".