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"It is cruel," says Violet, with suppressed but ardent ire.,Miss Darling—Sir Nicholas's fiancee—and her brother are expected to night; and so the household generally has dressed itself earlier than usual to be in full readiness to receive them.,"Dear me! what a terribly unpleasant young man!" thinks Mona, at her wits' end to know what to say next. Tapping her fingers in a perplexed fashion on the table nearest her, she wonders when he will cease his exhaustive survey of the walls and give her an opportunity of leaving the room.,Geoffrey is the taller man of the two, but Paul the more lithe and sinewy. For a moment they sway to and fro; then Geoffrey, getting his fingers upon his cousin's throat, forces him backward.,"I shall make myself plainer. What servant did you bribe to leave the window open for you at this hour?",But before they reach the hall door Geoffrey feels it his duty to bestow upon them a word or two of warning.,"Well, it always is on her head," says Mr. Rodney, at which ridiculous joke they both laugh as gayly as though it were a bon-mot of the first water. That "life is thorny, and youth is vain" has not as yet occurred to either of these two. Nay, more, were you even to name this thought to them, they would rank it as flat blasphemy, and you a false prophet—love and laughter being, up to this, the burden of their song.,"But I wish it had been any one but Mona," says Geoffrey, still agitated.,"Eh?" says Lady Lilias.,"Why don't you call me Nicholas, as Geoffrey does?",Her infinite variety.",When he had finished eating, the Raven chief asked, "Why have you come here?".