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"I have heard too much already. I won't listen to any more. 'Lady Rodney!' I dare say"—with awful meaning in her tone—"you have got a title too!" Then, sternly, "Have you?","Why not? it just suits him: 'A little, round, fat, oily man of——'",That sinks again to silence.,"You told the duke who you were?" breaks in Lady Rodney at this moment, who is in one of her worst moods.,"Will your majesty deign to confer some slight sign of favor upon a very devoted servant?","Never!" says Lady Rodney, in a stony fashion. "I don't even know what you mean.",He groans within him that he cannot think of any speech bordering on the Grandisonian, that may be politely addressed to this sylvan nymph; but all such speeches fail him. Who can she be? Were ever eyes so liquid before, or lips so full of feeling?,Just at this moment a light step running up the stairs outside and across the veranda makes itself heard. Every one looks expectant, and the slight displeasure dies out of Geoffrey's face. A slender, graceful figure appears at the window, and taps lightly.,As he looked about, he saw hanging down above him a great thing that seemed to move—to grow a little larger and then to grow a little smaller.,"You misunderstand me," says Mona, with tears in her eyes.,"Yes. You may bring it to me—to-morrow," returns she, with the faintest hesitation, which but enhances the value of the permission, whereon his heart once more knows hope and content.,"Now listen, Mona," she says, in her low voice, that even now, when she is somewhat excited, shows no trace of heat or haste, "for I shall speak to you plainly. You must make up your mind to Lady Rodney. It is the common belief that mere birth will refine most people; but those who cling to that theory will surely find themselves mistaken. Something more is required: I mean the nobility of soul that Nature gives to the peasant as well as the peer. This, Lady Rodney lacks; and at heart, in sentiment, she is—at times—coarse. May I say what I like to you?".