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"I said so," murmurs Mona, meekly.,Mickey, as he grows desperate, grows bolder. He rises to speech.,She doesn't want in the very least to know who he is, but thinks it her duty to say something, as the silence being protracted grows embarrassing.,He hurried on.,"I hope with all my heart you will," says Mona.,"Certainly dear. Who is it?","Well?" says Sir Nicholas, as a deadly silence continues for some time after their departure, "what do you think of her?","Or like the 'sweet little cherub that sits up aloft.' There is something cherubic about you, do you know Nolly, when one comes to think of it. But finish your tale.",She excuses her unwonted drowsiness with a little laugh, natural and friendly, and begs them "not to betray her." Clothed in all this sweetness she drops a word or two meant to crush Mona; but that hapless young woman hears her not, being bent on explaining to Mrs. Carson that, as a rule, the Irish peasantry do not go about dressed only in glass beads, like the gay and festive Zulus, and that petticoats and breeches are not utterly unknown.,"Just fancy the Æsthetic with a husband, and a baby on her knee.",There is a pause. In shrinking doubt she awaits the moment that shall make him take advantage of her words. But that moment never comes. In vain she waits. At length she lifts her eyes, and he, flinging the parchment at her feet, cries, roughly,—,"Her mother was of good family, I believe.".