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"Oh, it is dreadfully late!" says Mona, with much compunction. "Come, let us hurry." "Ah! Walzes and polkas, you mean?" she says, in a puzzled tone. "He may not,—there is a faint chance,—but of course the title is gone, as he has proved his birth beyond dispute." A very charming vision clad in Oxford shirting, and with a great white hat tied beneath her rounded chin with blue ribbons,—something in the style of a Sir Joshua Reynolds,—emerges from among the low-lying firs at this moment. Having watched the (seemingly) light catastrophe from afar, and being apparently amused by it, she now gives way to unmistakable mirth and laughs aloud. When Mona laughs, she does it with all her heart, the correct method of suppressing all emotion, be it of joy or sorrow,—regarding it as a recreation permitted only to the vulgar,—being as yet unlearned by her. Therefore her expression of merriment rings gayly and unchecked through the old wood..