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"I do hope she isn't the under-housemaid," said Jack, moodily. "It has grown so awfully common. Three fellows this year married under-housemaids, and people are tired of it now; one can't keep up the excitement always. Anything new might create a diversion in his favor, but he's done for if he has married another under-housemaid.","That was a little unfair, wasn't it?" says Mona. "Why didn't he divide it?",He is plainly surprised. He is indeed glad. His face changes, as if by magic, from sullen gloom to pleasurable anticipation.,Mona is watching him intently.,"I'll tell you when I come back," says Geoffrey,—"if I ever do.",As she advances and retreats, with her svelte figure drawn to its fullest height, and her face eager and intent upon the business in hand, and with her whole heart thrown apparently into the successful accomplishment of her task, she is looking far lovelier than she herself is at all aware.,"Try not to hate me," he says, imploringly, in a broken voice, going suddenly up to her and taking one of her hands in his. His grasp is so hard as almost to hurt her. Mona awakening from her reverie, turns to him with a start. Something in his face moves her.,At the farthest end of the room, near a window, lying back in an arm-chair, lies Mona, sound asleep.,At this his dark face flames, and his eyes instinctively, yet almost against his will, seek hers.,"It is here," says Mona, rather pleased at his remembering this promise of hers, and, going to a desk, proceeds to open a secret drawer, in which lies the picture in question.,THE BULLS SOCIETY,"Tell us, Jenkins," says Nicholas, hastily..