“Once down from the balcony, the rest would be simple. A wild flight
through the rose-garden, a perilous surmounting of the iron fence,
a swift rush down the side yard here, and then a trusty steed in
waiting,--you see, my dear, an automobile would be out of the question
on these funny roads of yours,--and the wide world before us!”
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He lighted a cigarette and leaned out over the casement. The evening
shadows were blurring the rose-blooms, and high overhead a half moon
was sailing out of a bank of fleecy clouds. The Castle showed a
solitary light in the window beyond the balcony. He blew a puff of
smoke towards it.
“Kitty--Kitty of the Roses,” he murmured, “do you want to be rescued,
dear?”
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From the house came the sound of a girl’s voice in song, sweet,
caressing; he could not distinguish the words, and in a moment the
voice was stilled.
He waited and listened, but the silence held. With a little laugh at
himself, Burton arose and lighted his lamp.
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“I’m afraid you don’t, my dear,” he said. “You’re too happy. Don’t you
know that real Princesses are never happy?”
He lowered the shade with a last look into the darkened garden and
resolutely took up his papers.
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III
“Put it under the tree in the corner,” Burton directed, “and then bring
me a chair.”
“Mos’ pow’ful warm out hyar, sah,” remonstrated the negro.
“Warm? Nonsense, Robert! Feel that breeze fresh from the river. Isn’t
that cool enough?”
“Ah ain’ feelin’ no breeze; an’ anyways it doan come from no river,
sah; river’s over that a-ways.”
“Robert, I fear you’re deficient in imagination,” answered Burton,
shaking his head. “I insist that there is a breeze and that it is
coming from the river. Geography mustn’t interfere with imagination;
if it does, why, so much the worse for geography, Robert.”
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“Yessah.” Having set table and chair in place, Robert retired, only
pausing at the side door long enough to throw a last dubious glance
behind him. “He’s plum’ crazy,” he muttered with a shake of the head.
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