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"What a day we're avin'," says Mr. Darling, disdaining to notice this puerile remark. "It's been pouring since early dawn. I feel right down cheap,—very nearly as depressed as when last night Nicholas stuck me down to dance with the Æsthetic.","I am very glad I did," replies he, doggedly. "At least I have seen you. They cannot take that from me. I shall always be able to call the remembrance of your face my own.","Ah! that is because you are a man, and because you love me," says this astute reader of humanity. "But women are so different. Suppose—suppose she never gets to like me?","Then I don't believe you!" breaks out Geoffrey, angrily. "I am positive you want to marry me; and just because of some wretched fad you have got into your head you are determined to make us both wretched.","And you will sing me something?","I suppose she is a Roman Catholic," says Sir Nicholas musingly.,"Why?" says Mona. "I couldn't well call her any thing else until I know her.","Oh, I dare say! I am not sure," says Lady Rodney, pettishly, who is rather annoyed at the idea of his going to Ireland, having other plans in view for him.,"I don't like Mr. Boer," says Mona, "and it was not me he came to see.","The moon is up; it is the dawn of night;,"Ah, it is you!" cries she, her face growing glad again.,"That is what I am afraid of always," says Mona, a little wistfully..