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Sinking into the cushioned embrasure of the window, Mona sits entranced, drinking in the beauty that is balm to her imaginative mind. The two dogs, with a heavy sigh, shake themselves, and then drop with a soft thud upon the ground at her feet,—her pretty arched feet that are half naked and white as snow: their blue slippers being all too loose for them.,"Could you?" she says hopefully. "How?","No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.","He won't go into the stable to-night," says Mona, comfortably.,Like little mice, stole in and out,,He turns, as though by an irrepressible impulse, to look keenly at her. His scrutiny endures only for an instant. Then he says, with admirable indifference,—,"I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!",Mona blushes painfully.,"Yes?" says Mona, who looks and is, intensely interested.,"Very," returns he, surprised. He has not thought of her as one versed in lore of any kind. "What poets do you prefer?","How you were all laughing when we came in!" says Violet, presently: "we could hear you all along the corridor. What was it about?",Mona, sitting down to the piano, plays a few chords in a slow, plaintive fashion, and then begins. Paul Rodney has come to the doorway, and is standing there gazing at her, though she knows it not. The ballroom is far distant, so far that the sound of the band does not break upon the silence of the room in which they are assembled. A hush falls upon the listeners as Mona's fresh, pathetic, tender voice rises into the air..