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"Well, it was perfect: wasn't it, Violet?","I never have such moments," interrupts he moodily.,"What else?" says Mona, shyly.,CHAPTER XVIII.,At this extraordinary speech, Lady Rodney stares in bewilderment.,This last insinuation, he flatters himself, is rather cleverly introduced.,"You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal.,"Yes, really. Horrid bore, isn't it?—but county dinners must be attended, and Nicholas will do nothing. Besides, it isn't fair to ask him just now, dear old fellow, when he has so much upon his mind.","Getting what?" asks the duchess, somewhat taken aback.,"Miss Scully, is it you?" he says, at length; "and here at this hour?","There, don't cry, and you shall have it all your own way," he says, with a sigh. "To-morrow we will decide what is to be done.",And she answers,—.