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"I wasn't," says Mona: "I went out a great deal. All day long I was in the open air. That is what made my hands so brown last autumn.","It wasn't the train so much," says Doatie, with a merry laugh, "as Nolly: we weren't any time coming, because he got out and took the reins from Hewson, and after that I rather think he took it out of your bays, Nicholas.",Her eyes are large and blue, with a shade of green in them; her lips are soft and mobile; her whole expression is debonnaire, yet full of tenderness. She is brightness itself; each inward thought, be it of grief or gladness, makes itself outwardly known in the constant changes of her face. Her hair is cut above her forehead, and is quite golden, yet perhaps it is a degree darker than the ordinary hair we hear described as yellow. To me, to think of Dorothy Darling's head is always to remind myself of that line in Milton's "Comus," where he speaks of,That we can only say of things, they be.","Besides, I do not understand what you mean," says Geoffrey, still regarding his mother with angry eyes "Why connect Mona's absence with Paul Rodney?",Dorothy, feeling snubbed, subsides into silence and the shadow that envelopes the lounge on which she is sitting.,"An overwhelming desire to see you again," returns this wise young man, in a tone that is absolutely abject.,At his words, a glad light springs to life within her wonderful eyes. She is so pleased and proud that he should so speak of her.,"I know," says Mona, sadly.,She waits apparently for an answer, at which Mona grows desperate. For in reality she has heard not one word of the labored speech made to her, and is too frightened to think of anything to say except the unfortunate lesson learned in the carriage and repeated secretly so often since. She looks round helplessly for Geoffrey; but he is laughing with his brother, Captain Rodney, whom he has not seen since his return from India, and so Mona, cast upon her own resources, says,—,"Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye.","I think you had better come home," says Geoffrey, deeply angered with her. "You must not stay here catching cold.".