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"Is she? It is too late for her to be out," returns Geoffrey, thinking of the chill evening air.,"Indeed she will not;" says Mona indignantly. "Irish peasants very seldom do that. She will, I am sure, be faithful forever to the memory of the man she loved.","I hope not, indeed," says Mona giving him her hand with a very flattering haste.,"Yes. But I shall never see them.","I expect I know more than most about her," says Nolly, who is enjoying himself immensely among the sponge, and the plum-cakes. "I told her the Æsthetic was likely to call this afternoon, and advised her strongly to make her escape while she could.","Very soon, Mickey," says Mona, without turning her head. But, though her words are satisfactory, her tone is not. There is a lazy ring in it that speaks of anything but immediate action. Mickey disbelieves in it.,Silence. Mona taps the mound beside her with impatient fingers, her mind being evidently great with thought.,"Pray for me," he says.,"Thanks. I'll put it off for a night or two," says Nolly, sleepily.,At this point, Geoffrey—who has been hunting all the morning—enters the room with Captain Rodney.,And in truth the "claning" occupies a very short period,—or else Mona and Geoffrey heed not the parting moments. For sometimes,"Oh, no!" shaking her lovely head emphatically, with a smile. "It's country dances I mean. Up the middle and down again, and all that," moving her hand in a soft undulating way as though keeping it in accord with some music that is ringing in her brain. Then, sweetly, "Did you ever dance a country dance?".