"
"Of course you wouldn't, you little coquette! It's your nature to be
perverse and capricious. But your sweet good-humour won't let you
carry those other traits too far. Oh, I know you, My Girl!"
"I object to that phrase from you," Patty said, coldly, "and I must
ask you not to use it again."
"But you ARE my girl, by right of discovery. By the way, you're not
anybody else's girl, are you?"
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"Well, in other words, then, are you engaged, betrothed, plighted,
promised, bespoke----"
Patty burst out laughing. "I'm not any of those things," she said,
"but, if ever I am, I shall be bespoke. I think that's the loveliest
word! Fancy being anybody's Bespoke!"
"Of course, it's up to me to give you an immediate opportunity,"
said Cameron, sighing. "But somehow I don't quite dare bespeak you
on such short acquaintance."
"Faint heart----"
"Oh, it isn't that! I'm brave enough. But I'm an awfully punctilious
man. If I were going to bespeak you, now, I should think it my duty
to go first to your father and correctly ask his permission to pay
my addresses to his daughter."
"Good gracious! How do you pay addresses? I never had an address
paid to me in my life.
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