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"Is that what you think?" he says, earnestly. "Then for once you are wrong. I have never been—I shall hardly be again—happier than I have been in Ireland.",At his words, a glad light springs to life within her wonderful eyes. She is so pleased and proud that he should so speak of her.,"Better," says Mona, laughing gayly.,"If you are going to preach to me on that subject, of course I have nothing more to say. But I wish you would come with me to the Nugents.","A great deal. I should. I have heard of almost nothing else since my arrival in England," replies he, slowly.,His face is slightly flushed, his whole manner full of importance. He advances to where the two girls are sitting, and stops opposite Mona.,"Speak, then," said the girl.,When she made him this little trustful speech, however, he had felt some embarrassment, and had turned his attention upon a little muddy boy who was playing pitch-and-toss, irrespective of consequences, on the other side of the way.,"I am not going to suffer," says Mona, lightly. "Sorrow only falls on every second generation; and you know poor mother was very unhappy at one time: therefore I am free. You will call that superstition, but," with a grave shake of her head, "it is quite true.","She is decidedly good to look at, at all events," says Nicholas, shifting ground. "Don't you think so, Violet?",His eyes, black and faintly savage, seem to burn into hers.,He has heard the remarkable speech made to his mother, and has drawn his own conclusions therefrom. "Geoffrey has been coaching the poor little soul, and putting absurd words into her mouth, with—as is usual in all such cases—a very brilliant result." So he tells himself, and is, as we know, close to the truth..