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"Mrs. Geoffrey is incapable of making any mistake. How silent you are, old fellow!","No," says Mona, shaking her head. "Not—not to-night. I shall soon.","I will show you," he said.,"We all have regrets at times, dear boy, the very best of us," says the little doctor, blowing his nose: "who among us is faultless? And really the circumstances were very trying for you,—very—eh? Yes, of course one understands, you know; but death heals all divisions, and he is hurrying to his last account, poor lad, all too soon.",Some stories of this kind are these:,At this Geoffrey gives way to mirth. He and Darling are virtually alone, as Nicholas and Captain Rodney are talking earnestly about the impending lawsuit in a distant corner.,"Very. But for myself I have no voice worth hearing. I sing, you know, a little, which is my misfortune, not my fault; don't you think so?","My darling, why?",With Lady Rodney she will, I think, be always the favorite daughter. She is quite her right hand now. She can hardly get on without her, and tells herself her blankest days are those when Mona and Geoffrey return to their own home, and the Towers no longer echoes to the musical laugh of old Brian Scully's niece, or to the light footfall of her pretty feet. Violet and Dorothy will no doubt be dear; but Mona, having won it against much odds, will ever hold first place in her affections.,"Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?","What, indeed?" says Geoffrey, tragically. "Worse still, what would have become of poor Mona?","If he claims my wife for another dance, I'll——" begins Geoffrey..