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"How did you know I'd be here?"
"Be there! Why, I assumed that you sat at your telephone every
evening, waiting to see if I would call you!"
"You little rascal! That's exactly what I have done, but I don't see
how you knew it. Are you still a captive princess?"
"Yes; they keep me on bread and water, and not very much of that."
"Couldn't I come and try to liberate you?"
"No, Sir Knight. Alas, you would but be captured yourself."
"But to be captured in such a cause, would be a glorious fate!"
"Oh, aren't you romantic! I really wish it were the Fifteenth
Century, and you could come on a dashing charger, and rescue me with
a rope ladder! I'm simply dying for an escapade!"
"All right; I'll be there in a few minutes!"
"No, no! it's just five centuries too late. Now, one can only meet
people in humdrum drawing-rooms."
"And do you think there's no romance left in the world?"
"_I_ can't find any." Naughty Patty put a most pathetic inflection
in her voice, which touched Mr. Cameron's heart.
"Look here, my lady," he said, "there IS romance left in this old
world, and we're IT! Now, this telephoning is all very well, but I'm
determined to meet you face to face. And that before long, too.
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