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"Well, as I say, I shall soon," returns Mona, brightening, "because Geoffrey has promised to teach me.","I am sure we shall all be very glad," she says, faintly, feeling herself bound to make some remark.,There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo.,No sun upon an Easter day,These sounds, vague and harmonious as they are, yet full of mystery and unexplained sadness, but serve to heighten the fear that chills her heart.,"I tell you I have not," says Geoffrey. "Nothing of the sort. You are wool-gathering.","Geoffrey? Oh, no. It was he who brought me. He bade me hasten lest you should even imagine me careless about coming. And—and—he desired me to say how he regrets the harsh words he uttered and the harsher thoughts he may have entertained towards you. Forgive him, I implore you, and die in peace with him and all men.","Geoffrey," says Mona, in a low tone, slipping her hand into his in a half-shamed fashion, "I have five hundred pounds of my own, would it—would it be of any use to Sir Nicholas?","Is that what you think?" he says, earnestly. "Then for once you are wrong. I have never been—I shall hardly be again—happier than I have been in Ireland.","No; not a petty squire," says Mona; "and I think you do know him. And why should I be ashamed to tell my name to any one?","A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays,"I hope you have had a nice walk?" says Violet, politely, drawing her skirts aside to make room for Mona, who had just come in..