"Of love generally?—no," with a disdainful glance,—"merely of your love of comfort.",
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.",
"Mona must go," says Nicholas, quickly. "Lady Lilias made a point of it. You will go, Mona?".
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