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"You are mistaken in one point," she says, slowly. "I may be savage, penniless, without family,—but I bought my own trousseau. I do not say this to excuse myself, because I should not mind taking anything from Geoffrey; but I think it a pity you should not know the truth. I had some money of my own,—very little, I allow, but enough to furnish me with wedding garments.",She turns through a broken gap into a ploughed field, and breaks into a quick run.,"And a very good thing, too," puts in Jack, tolerantly: "it won't last, you know, so he may as well have it strong while he is about it.","But why not to-night?" asks her Grace, who has noticed with curiosity the girl's refusal to dance with a lanky young man in a hussar uniform, who had evidently made it the business of the evening to get introduced to her. Indeed, for an hour he had been feasting his eyes upon her fresh young beauty, and, having gone to infinite trouble to get presented to her, had been rewarded for his trouble by a little friendly smile, a shake of the head, and a distinct but kindly refusal to join in the mazy dance.,She glances at her watch. It is now a quarter past three; so there is no time to be lost. She must hasten.,"That was a little unfair, wasn't it?" says Mona. "Why didn't he divide it?","Honestly, I do.","You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?","But it is early yet, Mickey, isn't it?" says Mona.,Fisher said to him, "I have been waiting a long time, and I was afraid that something bad had happened to you.",Meantime, Violet is having rather a bad time in the boudoir. Lady Rodney refuses to see light anywhere, and talks on in a disjointed fashion about this disgrace that has befallen the family.,It is Paul Rodney..