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"If I were to resign all hope of gaining the Towers, if I were to consent to leave your people still in possession," he says, passionately, but in a low tone, "should I earn one tender thought in your heart? Speak, Mona! speak!","This is nicer than anything," she says, turning in a state of childish enthusiasm to Lady Lilias. "It is just like the floor in my uncle's house at home.",The morning wanes, and luncheon declares itself. When it has come to an end, Mona going slowly up the stairs to her own room is met there by one of the maids,—not her own,—who hands her a sealed note.,"Morn, in the white wake of the morning star,,"Am I harsh?" says Mona, wistfully.,"You are not really going there, Geoff?","Well, there's good deal of sense in that," says Jack.,They are the Carsons, mustered in force, and, if anything, a trifle more noisy and oppressive than usual.,At this Sir Nicholas gives way and laughs out loud, whereon Mona laughs too, though she reddens slightly, and says, "Well, of course the piano will do, though the fiddle is best of all.","It would be rude to deny that," he says, with a slight shrug. "I am sure you are always in the right.",But Mr. Rodney is determined to "have it out with her," as he himself would say, before consenting to fade away out of her sight.,"'Alas for the rarity.