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Geoffrey happening to be present when this flattering remark is made, Violet turns to him and says impulsively,—,CHAPTER XVI.,"Nor I, till I see you," says Geoffrey, earnestly, actually believing what he says himself.,"Oh! hardly!" says Violet with a soft laugh and another blush. "How could you?",So began the Bull Society.,"Bless me!" says Geoffrey; "what an appalling thought! it makes me feel faint.","Well, mother?" says Geoffrey, when he has gained her room and received her kiss, which is not exactly all it ought to be after a five months' separation. He is her son, and of course she loves him, but—as she tells herself—there are some things hard to forgive.,Friday is fine, and towards nightfall grows still milder, until it seems that even in the dawn of October a summer's night may be born.,"It is like a fairy-tale," says Violet, with unwonted excitement. "Oh, Mona, tell us how you managed it.",The man, seeing Mona, breaks from the woman, and comes up to her.,"Then I will sing you a song I was sent last week," says Mona, and forthwith sings him "Years Ago," mournfully, pathetically, and with all her soul, as it should be sung. Then she gives him "London Bridge," and then "Rose-Marie," and then she takes her fingers from the piano and looks at him with a fond hope that he will see fit to praise her work.,"Is it?"—witheringly. Then, with some impatience, "You will be far happier in an arm-chair: do go into the parlor. There is really no reason why you should remain here.".