Marie was to play her accompaniment, and Patty had expected to sing first a somewhat elaborate aria, using “Beware” as an encore.

But as she reached the platform, and as she noticed Kit Cameron’s face, its expression politely interested, but in no wise enthusiastic, she suddenly changed her mind.  She put the music of “Beware” on the piano rack, and murmured to Marie, “This one first.”

Marie looked puzzled, but of course she couldn’t say anything as Patty stood waiting to begin.

For some reason Patty was always at her prettiest when she sang.  She thoroughly enjoyed singing, and she enjoyed the evident pleasure it gave to others.  She stood gracefully, her hands lightly clasped before her, and the added excitement of this particular occasion gave a flush to her cheek and a sparkle to her blue eyes that made her positively bewitching.

And then she sang the foolish little song, “Beware,” just as she had sung it over the telephone, coquettishly, but without artificiality or forced effect.

She scarcely dared look at Kit Cameron.  A fleeting glance showed her that he was probably at that moment the most nonplussed young man in existence.

She looked away quickly, lest her voice should falter from amusement.

Luckily, all the audience were regarding Patty attentively, and had no eyes for the astonished face of Kit Cameron.  He had taken no special interest in the blonde singer, but when her first notes, rang out he started in surprise.  As the voice continued he knew at once it was the same voice he had heard over the telephone, but he couldn’t reconcile the facts.  He caught the fleeting glance she gave him, he saw the roguish smile in her eyes, and he was forced to believe that this girl was his dark-eyed unknown.

“The little rascal!” he said, to himself.  “The scamp! the rogue!  How she has tricked me!  To think she was Patty Fairfield all the time!  No wonder Marie didn’t know whom I was talking about!  Well!”

As the song finished no one applauded more enthusiastically than Kit Cameron.

But Patty would not look toward him, and proceeded to sing as an encore the aria she had intended to sing first.

She was in her best voice, and she sang this beautifully, and, if the audience was surprised at the unusual order of the selections, they were unstinted in their applause.

Leaving the stage, instead of returning to her seat, Patty stepped back into the next room, which was the library.

Cameron was there to receive her.  He had felt sure she would not return to the audience immediately, and he took the chance.

He held out both hands and Patty laid her hands in his.

“Captive Princess,” he murmured.

“My Knight!” Patty whispered, and flashed a smile at him.

“Can you ever forgive the things I said?” he asked, earnestly, as he led her across the room and they sat down on a divan.