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A brittle glass that's broken presently,,"It won't trouble us, not a bit," says Mrs. Geoffrey, rising with alacrity. "I shall love it, the floor is so nice and slippery. Can any one whistle?","Why is this?" said her father. "Some of these young men are rich, handsome, and brave.","I am sure I could," says Nolly, bestowing upon her a grateful glance, after which he starts upon his errand with suspicious alacrity.,"She said very little; but she looks good and true. After all, Geoffrey might have done worse.","Thank you," says Geoffrey, a little dryly, accepting her words as they are said, not as he feels they are meant.,"He is a little difficult; but, on the whole, I think I like Sir Mark better than most men," says Violet, slowly.,"Where does he write from?" asks Violet.,CHAPTER XXI.,"I think she is the loveliest woman I ever saw," returns Miss Mansergh, quietly, without enthusiasm, but with decision. If cold, she is just, and above the pettiness of disliking a woman because she may be counted more worthy of admiration than herself.,"Don't let us quarrel," he says, lovingly. And this time she returns his caress very fondly, though she cannot lose sight of the fact that he has committed a social error not to be lightly overlooked.,He finishes; but, to his amazement, and a good deal to his chagrin, on looking at Mona he finds she is wreathed in smiles,—nay, is in fact convulsed with silent laughter..