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The fourth dance has come to an end; cards are full; every one is settling down to work in earnest; already the first touch of satisfaction or of carefully-suppressed disappointment is making itself felt.,"I am sure I should not," says Rodney.,"Not until two?" says Mona, growing miserable again.,"Has he the will?" asks Mona, foolishly, but impulsively.,"Don't be unkind to me," says Mona, with just a touch of innocent and bewitching coquetry. She is telling herself she likes this absurd young man better than any one she has met since she came to England, except perhaps Sir Nicholas.,One day, speaking of Sir Nicholas to Lady Rodney, she had—as was most natural—called him "Nicholas." But she had been cast back upon herself and humiliated to the earth by his mother's look of cold disapproval and the emphasis she had laid upon the "Sir" Nicholas when next speaking of him.,"Why, what is this?" she says, a moment later; "and what a curious hand! Not a gentleman's surely.","Is she also to learn that you are at liberty to lecture your own mother?" asks Lady Rodney, pale with anger.,"It has broken out again!" she says, nervously. "I am sure—I am certain—it is a worst wound than you imagine. Ah! do go home, and get it dressed.","Besides, I do not understand what you mean," says Geoffrey, still regarding his mother with angry eyes "Why connect Mona's absence with Paul Rodney?","What nonsense some people are capable of talking!" says Violet, with a little shrug.,He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips..