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"No, no, indeed. You have behaved admirably where most women would have ignominiously failed. Let that thought console you. To have a perfect temper, such as yours, should be in itself a source of satisfaction. And now bathe your eyes, and make yourself look even prettier than usual. A difficult matter, isn't it?" with a friendly smile.,Mona, not attempting to reason with her again, shakes her head despondingly, and leaves the cabin with Geoffrey at her side.,"But why?" persists he.,"Is there no hope?" asks Geoffrey, gravely.,"A government which, knowing not true wisdom,,"Yes. I forgive you," she says, almost in a whisper, with a seriousness that amounts to solemnity.,But there is yet another introduction to be gone through. From the doorway Violet Mansergh comes up to Geoffrey clad in some soft pale shimmering stuff, and holds out to him her hand.,"Then you didn't go out much in Ireland?" she says, thinking it more graceful to change the conversation at this point.,Following her, he takes both her hands, and, holding them closely, draws her back to her former position beside him.,"How dare you find a defect in my appearance?" says Mona, with her old gay laugh. "You compel me to retaliate. Just look at yourself. Did you ever see such a regular pickle as you are?","But surely until then Mona may lay claim to the title," says Violet, quickly.,"Like me? Oh, no," says Mrs. Geoffrey. "Some of them are really beautiful, like pictures. When I was staying with Aunt Anastasia—the Provost's wife, you remember—I saw a great many pretty people. I saw a great many students, too," says Mona, brightening, "and liked them very much. They liked me, too.".