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"That's me," says Mona, glancing at him archly from under her long lashes.,"Give me your pipe," said Cold Maker.,"I slept badly last night; I hardly slept at all," she says, plaintively, evading direct reply.,"I am quite comfortable, thank you.","It was," says Nicholas, feeling a reply can no longer be shirked. Then he says, "Ahem!" and turns his glance confidingly upon the carpet.,"Come here an' sit down, lad," says old Scully, unknowing of their secret mirth, "an' tell me all about it, from start to finish,—that Ryan's a thundering rogue,—while Mona sees about a bed for ye.",Thus Doatie, looking preternaturally wise, but faintly puzzled at her own view of the question.,She is sad and depressed before she reaches the hall door, where she is unfortunate enough to find a carriage just arrived, well filled with occupants eager to obtain admission.,"Would you like to have a new robe?" asked Cold Maker.,"I quite forgot about the driver," says Geoffrey, beneath his breath. This remark is unfortunate. Mona turns upon him wrathfully.,The place she has chosen as her mirror is a still pool fringed with drooping grasses and trailing ferns that make yet more dark the sanded floor of the stream.,"Honestly, I do.".