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"Certainly dear. Who is it?","Daisies pied, and violets blue,,"'Him'?—whom?"—demands her husband, with pardonable vivacity.,There is triumph in her eye, and a malicious sparkle, and just a touch of rebellion.,She moves from him.,"You are very much to be admired," says his mother, in an abominable tone.,"And now a last word, Mona. When you come down to dinner to-night (and take care you are a little late), be gay, merry, wild with spirits, anything but depressed, whatever it may cost you. And if in the drawing-room, later on, Lady Rodney should chance to drop her handkerchief, or that eternal knitting, do not stoop to pick it up. If her spectacles are on a distant table, forget to see them. A nature such as hers could not understand a nature such as yours. The more anxious you may seem to please, the more determined she will be not to be pleased.","Spring comes slowly up this way",Mona is sitting in the morning-room, the faithful and ever lively Nolly at her side. According to his lights, she is "worth a ship-load of the whole lot," and as such he haunts her. But to-day she fails him. She is absent, depressed, weighed down with thought,—anything but congenial. She forgets to smile in the right place, says, "Yes" when courtesy requires "No," and is deaf to his gayest sallies.,"You shall guess," says Mrs. Geoffrey, gayly, with a little laugh. "Now, where do you think?","I wonder," she says to herself, softly, "whether he will be with me at the usual hour to-morrow, or,—a little earlier!",He is, for instance, surprised, and indeed somewhat relieved, when he discovers that the drivers of the jaunting-cars that take him on his shooting-expeditions are not all modern Joe Millers, and do not let off witty remarks, like bombshells, every two minutes..