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"And you heard them? Nolly, explain yourself," says his sister, severely.,"Byron?","This day week, then," he says, having heard, and taken to heart the wisdom of, the old maxim about striking while the iron is hot.,"Call off the dogs," says Geoffrey to Mona, in a low tone; "there is no longer any necessity for them. And tell me how you come to be here, at this hour, with this—fellow.",But Maxwell still lingers, looking first at her and then very intently at her companion.,"I think," says Geoffrey, slightly disconcerted by the sweet leisure of her gaze, "I have lost my way. I have been walking since sunrise, and I want you to tell me where I am.",Geoffrey's arm slips from his wife's shoulders to her rounded waist.,Mona hesitates, then says, shyly, with downcast eyes,—,A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do,"Not in England, perhaps. When I spoke I was thinking of Ireland," says Mona.,"It is the way of her world. There is more in training than one quite knows. Now, you are altogether different. I know that; it is perhaps the reason why you have made my heart your own. Do not think it flattery when I tell you there are very few like you, Mona, in the world; but I would have you be generous. Do not let your excellence make you harsh to others. That is a common fault; and all people, darling, are not charactered alike.","Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted..