"No, really. Do you know, I'm rather fond of adventures."
"But isn't this a little too serious?"
"Why, Mr. Rivers, I'm sure I think it's delightful. These men are Carlists, and all Carlists are gentlemen. I dote on Carlists—I do, really."
"Well, so do I—if you do," said Harry, laughingly; "only you must allow that it isn't a very gentlemanly thing to stop us on our journey, relieve us of our purses, and carry us off to parts unknown in a mule-cart."
"Oh, you shouldn't look at it in that light. That's too awfully prosaic. Now I'm romantic, and I'm positively grateful to them for providing me with such a delightful little adventure."
"Do you love adventures?"
"Love them?" replied Katie, with the drollest look in the world. "Why, I positively dote on them!"
Her smile was so sweet, and her face so bewitching, that Harry thought he never saw any face so lovely.
"You see," continued Katie, "I mope and mope, and keep moping so; and things grow so tiresome, that I fairly ache for an adventure."
"Well, but suppose that you were in an awful hurry to meet some one, and were stopped in this fashion?"