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"What else did they say, Nolly?" asks Dorothy, in a wheedling tone.,"I don't understand you," says Geoffrey, still rather hotly.,"Oh—well—those thirty-five charming compatriots of Mona's who are now in the House of Commons, or, rather, out of it. It was a little tale that related to their expulsion the other night by the Speaker—and—er—other things.",Mona is happier than words can say. She is up to her eyes in the business, that business sweetest to a woman's soul, the ordering and directing and general management of a trousseau. In her case she is doubly blessed, because she has the supervizing of two!,At last, as she grows weary for wishing for it,—,"Thanks. I'll put it off for a night or two," says Nolly, sleepily.,Having said this, she turns her back upon him contemptuously, and walks towards her home.,Dorothy from her corner laughs gayly. "Poor old Noll," she says: "it was his unhappy childhood that blighted his later years and made him the melancholy object he is.",Geoffrey's arm slips from his wife's shoulders to her rounded waist.,Here he breaks down ignominiously, considering the amount of sternness he had summoned to his aid when commencing, and, walking to the mantelpiece, lays his arm on it, and his head upon his arms.,Naturally an early riser, Mona slips noiselessly from her bed, lest she shall wake Geoffrey,—who is still sleeping the sleep of the just,—and, going into his dressing-room, jumps into his bath, leaving hers for him.,"No," he replied, "my heart was sad; I did not count the days. Since I left, the berries have grown and ripened.".