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"But I wish it had been any one but Mona," says Geoffrey, still agitated.,Rodney is deeply touched.,"It is cruel," says Violet, with suppressed but ardent ire.,She has sprained her ancle, and is now lying on a couch in a small drawing room as the Rodneys are ushered in. She is rather glad to see them, as life with an "intense" sister is at times trying, and the ritualistic curate is from home. So she smiles upon them, and manages to look as amiable as plain people ever can look.,"Sure Miss Mona can," says Biddy, turning to her young mistress, and standing in the doorway in her favorite position,—that is, with her bare arms akimbo, and her head to one side like a magpie. "She's raal clever at dhressin' an' doctherin' an' that.",Geoffrey happening to be present when this flattering remark is made, Violet turns to him and says impulsively,—,"Yet the Princess D—— always calls her train a 'tail,'" says Violet, turning on her piano-stool to make this remark, which is balm to Mona's soul: after which she once more concentrates her thoughts on the instrument before her, and plays some odd old-fashioned air that suits well the dance of which they have been speaking.,As the great eye of heaven shined bright,,So began the Bull Society.,"No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.",They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual.,"And thinks you perfection?" in an impossible tone, losing both his head and his temper completely. "He is rich, I suppose; why don't you marry him?".