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It is at this very moment the library door is suddenly flung open, and Jenkins appears upon the threshold, with his face as white as nature will permit, and his usually perfect manner much disturbed. "Sir Nicholas, can I speak to you for a moment?" he says, with much excitement, growing positively apoplectic in his endeavor to be calm.,"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?","Why not?" in a surprised tone.,"Mona, don't talk like that," says Geoffrey, biting his lips.,"Miss Scully, is it you?" he says, at length; "and here at this hour?","I do hope she isn't the under-housemaid," said Jack, moodily. "It has grown so awfully common. Three fellows this year married under-housemaids, and people are tired of it now; one can't keep up the excitement always. Anything new might create a diversion in his favor, but he's done for if he has married another under-housemaid.","You should have seen Mona," says Geoffrey. "She opened her eyes and her lips, and gazed fixedly upon the lively Edith. Curiosity largely mingled with awe depicted itself upon her expressive countenance. She was wondering whether she should have to conquer that extraordinary jargon before being pronounced fit for polite society.","It is very hard on Sir Nicholas," says Mona, who would not call him "Nick" now for the world.,"I don't know, sir. I never was abroad before, an' I'm dead bate now, an' the bag's like lead.","If you must know, it is this," says Mona, laying her hand in his and speaking very earnestly. "I am afraid I have done you an injury in marrying you!","Angry? no!" he says, recovering himself, as he notices the penitence on the face upraised to his.,.