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"Oh, you are incorrigible!" says Doatie, leaning back in her chair in turn, and tilting backward her little flower-like face, that looks as if even the most harmless falsehood must be unknown to it.,But on this picture, the beauty of which is undeniable, Mickey (the barbarian) looks with disfavor.,"Is that a compliment?" she says, wistfully. "Is it well to be unlike all the world? Yet what you say is true, no doubt. I suppose I am different from—from all the other people you know.","You?" says Mona, with extreme hauteur and an unpleasant amount of well-feigned astonishment. She does not deign to go to meet him, or even turn her head altogether in his direction, but just throws a swift and studiously unfriendly glance at him from under her long lashes.,And so it is arranged. And that evening Geoffrey indites a letter to Mrs. Manning, Grafton Street, Dublin, that brings a smile to the lips of that cunning modiste.,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,"Oh, no," says Mona, gently; "only I should like you better, of course, if you were not the cause of our undoing.","Oh, no, don't," says Mona, earnestly. Then she stops short, and blushes a faint sweet crimson.,"I do not know where I am going," he replied; "I am in trouble, but I cannot talk about it.",Mona obeys, feeling no shrinking from the kindly stout lady who is evidently bent on being "all things" to her. It does occur, perhaps, to her laughter-loving mind that there is a paucity of nose about the duchess, and a rather large amount of "too, too solid flesh;" but she smothers all such iniquitous reflections, and commences to talk with her gayly and naturally.,Of waving bough, or warbling bird,,"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her..