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"So every spirit, as it is most pure,"Come in for a little while and rest yourself," says Mona, hospitably, "while I get the brandy and send it up to poor Kitty.","Try not to hate me," he says, imploringly, in a broken voice, going suddenly up to her and taking one of her hands in his. His grasp is so hard as almost to hurt her. Mona awakening from her reverie, turns to him with a start. Something in his face moves her.,"She is safe to say something about it, and that will do for anything," says Rodney, out of the foolishness of his heart.,"This much," says Rodney, laughing again: "I am going to marry her, with her leave.",Then she remembers her promise to go down to the girls and abstain from fretting, and, rising bravely, she bathes her eyes, and goes down the marble staircase through the curtained alcove towards the small drawing-room, where one of the servants tells her, the family is assembled.,"Poor Mona!" says Geoffrey; "don't tell her about it, as remorse may sadden her.","Do you remember the evening you taught me the country dance that I said was like an old-fashioned minuet? And what an apt pupil I proved! I really think I could dance it now. By the by, my mother never saw one danced. She"—apologetically—"has not been out much. Let us go through one now for her benefit.","I am not Mr. Rodney: Jack is that. Can't you call me anything else?","Nolly, you have no romance in your nature," says Nicholas, severely.,"So do I, often,—very often," says Mr. Rodney, sadly still, but genially.,"I have been there. And at Killarney, but only once, though we live so near.".