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"But perhaps she will refuse you," says Mona, demurely.,"Well, on the principle that fine feathers make fine birds, I suppose they do," acknowledges Geoffrey, reluctantly.,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.,But hark! What is this that greets her ear? The ring of horse's feet upon the quiet road!,She doesn't put any g into her "charming," which, however, is neither here or there, and is perhaps a shabby thing to take notice of at all.,"I know," says Mona, brightening, and putting on an air so different from her own usual unaffected one as to strike her listener with awe. "I shall say, 'Oh! thanks, quite too awfully much, don't you know? but Geoffrey and I didn't find it a bit long, and we were as warm as wool all the time.'",Geoffrey happening to be present when this flattering remark is made, Violet turns to him and says impulsively,—,"Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.",Then they move on once more, and go down the road that leads towards the farm.,"Well, not just now, I think," says Mona, evasively.,"Oh, yes—yes—I know; it doesn't matter; (I'll pay you out for this"), says Nolly, savagely, in an aside.,"A lone owl's hoot,.