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And now the horses draw up before a brilliantly-lighted hall, the doors of which are thrown wide as though in hospitable expectation of their coming.,They are all standing in a sort of anteroom, curtained off, but only partly concealed from the ballroom. Young Lady Chetwoode, who, as I have said, is a special pet with the duchess, is present, with Sir Guy and one or two others.,All the young men thought this was funny; they laughed a good deal at Scarface as he was walking away.,"Yes,—in a regular hole, you know," says Mr. Rodney. "It is rather a complicated story, but the truth is, my grandfather hated his eldest son—my uncle who went to Australia—like poison, and when dying left all the property—none of which was entailed—to his second son, my father.","Tight,—screwed,—tipsy, you know," replies Mona, innocently. "Tight was the word they taught me. I think they believed it sounded more respectable than the others. And the Divinity boys were the worst. Shall I tell you about them?","Oh, stay?" she says, faintly, detaining him both by word and gesture.,"Oh, I dare say," Nicholas, ironically. "You get out!",Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"Jack is only Mr. Rodney too.","Ah," said the old women, "there are those bears.","Why should I? She never comes near us, never takes the least notice of us. She treats us as though we were a detested branch grafted on, and causing more trouble than we are worth, yet she will not let us go.","You are certainly too strong for me," says Rodney, with a frown and a peculiar smile..