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"You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it her that called last week?" asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.,"Yes, old-fashioned. She is always called Doatie Darling by her familiars, which sounds funny. She is quite charming, and loved by every one.","You are welcome," she said; "come in. Do not fear my bears. They are friendly. They will not harm you." The two friends entered the lodge, where a smouldering fire sent a feeble smoke up to the smoke hole, that was partly open. She put fresh wood on the fire and said, "I will open the smoke hole wider," and went out, dropping the door covering as she went.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,Mona smiles too in return, though still heavy at heart.,"What's that?" asked Mona. "Don't speak of your mother as if she were a chromatic scale.","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.,He doesn't see.,"Wide open.","Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,"A great deal. I should. I have heard of almost nothing else since my arrival in England," replies he, slowly.,"It is true," says Violet, evenly. "Yet, dear Mona, I wish you could try to be a little more like the rest of the world.".