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"What are you picking up?" called the son-in-law.,So began the Bull Society.,Here Mona and Dorothy grow suddenly deeply interested, and lean forward.,"No? did it?" says Nolly, sentimentally. "How—how awfully satisfactory it is to know we both thought alike on even one subject!","Dear Lady Rodney, you are really too kind," she says, in a tone soft and measured as usual, but without the sweetness. In her heart there is something that amounts as nearly to indignant anger as so thoroughly well-bred and well regulated a girl can feel. "You are better, I think," she says, calmly, without any settled foundation for the thought; and then she lays down the perfume-bottle, takes up her handkerchief, and, with a last unimportant word or two, walks out of the room.,"I do," returns she, tremulously.,"That is what I am afraid of always," says Mona, a little wistfully.,The stories here told come down to us from very ancient times. Grandfathers have told them to their grandchildren, and these again to their grandchildren, and so from mouth to mouth, through many generations, they have reached our time.,"You are speaking of Lady Chetwoode? Was it her that called last week?" asks Mona, timidly, forgetting grammar in her nervousness.,This is "sarkassum;" but Mona comprehends it not.,Mona has no time to hear more; pale, but collected, she walks deliberately into the room and up to Lady Rodney.,"This much," says Rodney, laughing again: "I am going to marry her, with her leave.".