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Her lips part. An expression that is half gladness, half amusement, brightens her eyes.,"Shall we ask the Carsons to our dance, Nicholas?" asks his mother, at this moment.,"You are all wet. Do go home and change your clothes," says Mona, who is still sitting on the grass with her gown spread carefully around her. "Or perhaps"-reluctantly—"it will be better for you to go to the farm, where Bridget will look after you.",So peace is restored, and presently, forsaking the pats of butter and the dairy, they wander forth into the open air, to catch the last mild breezes that belong to the dying day.,At this he would have drawn her into his arms, hoping her gayety may mean forgiveness and free absolution for all things said and done the day before; but she recoils from him.,"I think you had better come home," says Geoffrey, deeply angered with her. "You must not stay here catching cold.","Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.","Nevertheless, it is in very bad taste his taking advantage of that absurd permission, considering how he is circumstanced with regard to us," says Lady Rodney. "You wouldn't do it yourself, Nicholas, though you find excuses for him.","But, Geoffrey, why should I be cold to your mother? Sure you wouldn't have me be uncivil to her, of all people?","Do not trouble yourself to make any further excuse," says Mona, icily.,It is growing dusk; "the shades of night are falling fast," the cold pale sun, that all day long has cast its chill October beams upon a leafless world, has now sunk behind the distant hill, and the sad silence of the coming night hath set her finger with deep touch upon creation's brow.,It is a mere guess on her part,—supported certainly by many tales she has heard of this Ryan of late, but a guess nevertheless. It proves, however, to be a correct one. A man, indistinct, but unmistakable, shows himself on the top of the wall, and pulls his forelock through force of habit..