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"Yes," says Mona, devoutly hoping he is going to say he means to refuse it. But such devout hope is wasted.,"Oh, how pretty!" cries one of them from the shadow as though grieved the dance has come so quickly to an end "How lovely!","My dear mother, don't say that," entreats the young man, earnestly, going over to her and placing his arm round her neck. He is her favorite son, of which he is quite aware, and so hopes on. "What is it you object to?","She said very little; but she looks good and true. After all, Geoffrey might have done worse.",Sir Nicholas, just moving his glass from one eye to the other, says "Good evening" to him, bending his head courteously, nay, very civilly, though without a touch, or suspicion of friendliness. He does not put out his hand, however, and Paul Rodney, having acknowledged his salutation by a bow colder and infinitely more distant than his own, turns to Mona.,"You are in love," returns his mother, contemptuously. "At present you can see no fault in her; but later on when you come to compare her with the other women in your own set, when you see them together, I only hope you will see no difference between them, and feel no regret.",The duke loses his head a little.,"I am not so sure of that," says Mona, with admirable tact and an exquisite smile, "but I shouldn't mind spending an hour with you.","Open at this hour of the morning?",Mr. Moore is her landlord, and the owner of the lovely wood behind Mangle Farm where Geoffrey came to grief yesterday.,"She is safe to say something about it, and that will do for anything," says Rodney, out of the foolishness of his heart.,"Are you in pain?" she says, in a low, fearful tone. "Do you suffer much?".