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"I don't know that: Lilian Chetwoode made him welcome in her house last night," says Doatie, a little bitterly.,And in truth the "claning" occupies a very short period,—or else Mona and Geoffrey heed not the parting moments. For sometimes,"Neither have you.","What! How could Jack or I resemble an Irish member?" asks she, with a little grimace.,"You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——","An' the biggest birds, an' as full o' corn as iver ye see, the rogues!",After a little while, pausing beside a doorway, she casts an upward glance at her companion.,No one seconds this rash opinion. There is a profound silence. Miss Mansergh looks mildly round for support, and, meeting Jack's eyes, stops there.,"It wasn't the train so much," says Doatie, with a merry laugh, "as Nolly: we weren't any time coming, because he got out and took the reins from Hewson, and after that I rather think he took it out of your bays, Nicholas.","Oh! can nothing be done?" asks Mona, turning to him eyes full of entreaty.,She turns slowly, and finds her fellow-pedestrian is a young man clad in a suit of very impossible tweed: she blushes hotly, not because he is a young man, but because she has no hat on her head, having covered her somewhat riotous hair with a crimson silk handkerchief she had found in Geoffrey's room, just before starting. It covers her head completely, and is tied under the chin Connemara fashion, letting only a few little love-locks be seen, that roam across her forehead, in spite of all injunctions to the contrary.,"Impossible," says Mona..