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Who makes all beautiful on which she smiles!,"It shall be as you say," replied the Wolf; "our new friend will be glad.","Oh," said the Raven, "you do not believe me. Come outside, come outside, and I will make you believe.",At this Mona laughs unrestrainedly; and Lady Rodney, rising hurriedly, says,—,To-day—that "liberal worldling," that "gay philosopher"—is here; and last night belongs to us only in so far as it deserves a place in our memory or has forced itself there in spite of our hatred and repugnance.,"Poor thing!" says Mona, sympathetically, which sympathy, by the by, is utterly misplaced, as Lady Rodney thought her husband, if anything, an old bore, and three months after his death confessed to herself that she was very glad he was no more.,"Is she—is she noisy?" she asks, in a faltering tone.,"Is she by herself? Is there nobody living with her?" asks Mona, somewhat nervously.,And now where was the missing will? Almost all the old servants were dead or scattered. The gardener and his nephew wore no more; even old Elspeth was lying at rest in the cold churchyard, having ceased long since to be even food for worms. Only her second nephew—who had lived with her for years in the little cottage provided for her by the Rodneys, when she was too old and infirm to do aught but sit and dream of days gone by—was alive, and he, too, had gone to Australia on her death and had not been heard of since.,"At least they are a pretty shape," says the duchess glancing at the slim little hands lying gloved in their owner's lap. "But I don't think you quite understood the 'going out' in the light that I did. I mean, did you go much into society?",And silence swells into a dreamy sound,,"Yes, I recollect; they are from the 'Winter's Tale.' I think," says Mona, shyly; "but you say too much for me.".