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"I am so glad you are poor," says Mona. "If you were rich or even well off, I should never consent,—never!","I'll tell you when I come back," says Geoffrey,—"if I ever do.","I should never be afraid of him," returns Mona. "He has kind eyes. He is"—slowly and meditatively—"very like you.",At his touch, at his glance, the first sense of comfort Mona has felt since her entry into the room falls upon her. This man, at least, is surely of the same kith and kin as Geoffrey, and to him her heart opens gladly, gratefully.,One o'clock chimes the tiny timepiece on the mantelshelf; outside the sound is repeated somewhere in the distance in graver, deeper tones.,"I don't want to think of it," says her friend, desperately.,Here of course everybody says the most charming thing he or she can think of at a moment's notice; and then they all kiss Violet, and Nolly, coming back at this auspicious instant with the fan and recovered temper, joins in the general congratulations, and actually kisses her too, though Geoffrey whispers "traitor" to him in an awful tone, as he goes forward to do it.,"But what is it?" asks Miss Mansergh from behind Lady Rodney's chair, just a little impatiently.,"Nothing. Not all the talking in the wide world," with a brilliant blush, but with steady earnest eyes.,"No,"—slowly,—"I do not. If I did, I should not love you as—as I do.","I should very much like to go," says Mona, gently, and with some eagerness. She has been sitting very quietly with her hands before her, hardly hearing what is passing around her,—lost, buried in thought.,"Then tell me where you come from, and perhaps I may be able." She speaks softly, but quickly, as do all the Irish, and with a brogue musical but unmistakable..