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Yes, I was sure you would find it go so easily when once you got away.

So I thought too. But, do you know, I didn't find it so at all. The truth is, I have not written a line of the book.

Not a line?

Oho! I wondered when I found all the paper lying untouched in your bag.

But, my dear Alfred, what have you been doing all this time?

[Smiling.] Only thinking and thinking and thinking.

[Putting her arm round his neck.] And thinking a little, too, of those you had left at home?

Yes, you may be sure of that. I have thought a great deal of you—every single day.

[Taking her arm away.] Ah, that is all I care about.