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"Does she—does Miss Scully find country life unsatisfying? Has she not lived here always?","Mona, don't talk like that," says Geoffrey, biting his lips.,"Who are they waiting for?" says Mona, anxiously.,"Yes, but we are all so different from the English. We have no pretty fair hair in Ireland, or at least very little of it.","Oh, he is only called Sir Nicholas. Nobody thinks much of that. A baronet is really never of the slightest importance," says Geoffrey, anxiously, feeling exactly as if he were making an apology for his brother.,"If he claims my wife for another dance, I'll——" begins Geoffrey.,"It is quite an old story," goes on Nolly.,When she has finished, Geoffrey says "thank you" in a low tone. He is thinking of the last time when some one else sang to him, and of how different the whole scene was from this. It was at the Towers, and the hour with its dying daylight, rises before him. The subdued light of the summer eve, the open window, the perfume of the drowsy flowers, the girl at the piano with her small drooping head and her perfectly trained and very pretty voice, the room, the soft silence, his mother leaning back in her crimson velvet chair, beating time to the music with her long jewelled, fingers,—all is remembered.,"Sure you know I'd tell you if there was anything to tell," replies she, evasively.,As the great eye of heaven shined bright,,yet there is grandeur, too, in the scene around, and a beauty scarcely to be rivalled by June's sweetest efforts.,"Yes—you think; go on," says Rodney, gazing at her attentively..