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"I am sure we shall all be very glad," she says, faintly, feeling herself bound to make some remark.,"It is terrible," says Mona, with such exceeding earnestness that he could have hugged her on the spot.,"You will be near too, Geoffrey?" murmurs Mona, falteringly.,"Nevertheless, to oblige me," entreats he, hastily.,"Well, she danced like a fairy, at all events, in spite of her size," says Sir Nicholas, alluding to the person the funny story had been about.,"You are not perhaps aware of it, but your tone is insulting," he begins, huskily. "Were you a man I could give you an answer, now, here; but as it is I am of course tied hand and foot. You can say to me what you please. And I shall bear it. Think as badly of me as you will. I am a schemer, a swindler, what you will!",This is "sarkassum;" but Mona comprehends it not.,No one is forgotten by him; though once "he is dead and laid in grave" he is forgotten by most.,"I meant him for you," she says, in an ill-advised moment, addressing the girl who is bending over her couch assiduously and tenderly applying eau-de-cologne to her temples. It is just a little too much. Miss Mansergh fails to see the compliment in this remark. She draws her breath a little quickly, and as the color comes her temper goes.,"How melancholy!" says Mona, with a nearer approach to brightness than she has shown all day.,"I am indeed dear to you, I think," says Mona, softly and thankfully, growing a little pale through the intensity of her emotion.,"I do. More than I can express. I see you," retorts he; at which they both give way to merriment, causing Geoffrey, who is walking with Lady Lilias, to dodge behind her back and bestow upon them an annihilating glance that Nolly afterwards describes as a "lurid glare.".