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Chapter 3

           Andpeopletalkofthecharmsofacountryholiday!”

           Lefttohimselfatthecross-roads,theprinceglancedaroundhim,quicklycrossedtheroadtowardsthelightedwindowofaneighbouringhouse,andunfoldedatinyscrapofpaperwhichhehadheldclaspedinhisrighthandduringthewholeofhisconversationwiththegeneral.

           Hereadthenoteintheuncertainraysthatfellfromthewindow.Itwasasfollows:

           “Tomorrowmorning,Ishallbeatthegreenbenchintheparkatseven,andshallwaitthereforyou.Ihavemadeupmymindtospeaktoyouaboutamostimportantmatterwhichcloselyconcernsyourself.

           “P.S.Itrustthatyouwillnotshowthisnotetoanyone.ThoughIamashamedofgivingyousuchinstructions,IfeelthatImustdoso,consideringwhatyouare.Ithereforewritethewords,andblushforyoursimplecharacter.

           “P.P.S.ItisthesamegreenbenchthatIshowedyoubefore.There!aren’tyouashamedofyourself?Ifeltthatitwasnecessarytorepeateventhatinformation.”

           Thenotewaswrittenandfoldedanyhow,evidentlyinagreathurry,andprobablyjustbeforeAglayahadcomedowntotheverandah.

           Ininexpressibleagitation,amountingalmosttofear,theprinceslippedquicklyawayfromthewindow,awayfromthelight,likeafrightenedthief,butashedidsohecollidedviolentlywithsomegentlemanwhoseemedtospringfromtheearthathisfeet.

           “Iwaswatchingforyou,prince,”saidtheindividual.

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