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"I was hateful to you just now, and most unjust.",He turns to her again.,"Brilliantly.",But Mona's eyes see nothing but one object only.,"No.","Miss Mona, come in; the tay will be cold, an' the rashers all spoiled, an' the masther's callin' for ye.","I don't see how it could take any one long," says Rodney.,"Well?" says Violet, who is smiling, and seems to see a joke where Mona fails to see anything amusing.,"In that I spoke the truth," says Mr. Rodney, with a shameless laugh, "because it was an uncle who left me some money.","Well, she did. I don't remember about that, you know. I was quite a little chap, and hustled out of sight if I said 'boo.' But of course she's got over all that, and is as jolly as a sand-boy now," says Geoffrey, gayly. (If only Lady Rodney could have heard him comparing her to a "sand-boy"!),"Could you not imagine you had one?" she says, presently as a last resource.,An hour later, coming out of it again, feeling harassed and anxious, he finds Dorothy walking restlessly up and down the corridor outside, as though listening for some sound she pines to hear. Her pretty face, usually so bright and debonnaire, is pale and sad. Her lips are trembling..