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"I do not wish to lay claim to anything," says Mona, throwing up her head with a little proud gesture,—"least of all to what does not by right belong to me. To be Mrs. Geoffrey is all I ask.","Then she doesn't know what she is talking about," says Mrs. Geoffrey, indignantly. "The idea of comparing Geoffrey with Jack!","It was only twenty minutes," says Mona.,"Thunder has stolen my wife," the man answered. "I am looking for his dwelling-place that I may find her.","Bridget," says Mona, "will you go in and get me a cup of tea before I go to bed? I am tired.","I don't know, I'm sure. I have never thought about it. Did I cry, Geoffrey, when——" hesitates Mrs. Geoffrey, with a laugh, and a faint sweet blush.,"You have grounds for saying so, of course?","Oh, he is only called Sir Nicholas. Nobody thinks much of that. A baronet is really never of the slightest importance," says Geoffrey, anxiously, feeling exactly as if he were making an apology for his brother.,"Mrs. Rodney would perhaps prefer to dance, mother," he says, with some irritation.,"I have no card but my name is Geoffrey Rodney," says the young man, turning to his companion.,Everybody at this smiles involuntarily,—everybody, that is, except Nolly, who feels faint again, and turns a rich and lively crimson.,This is fortunate. Every one feels that Nicholas is not only clever, but singularly lucky..