A whole sentence out of my romance-book without a single slip.

Katrin bowed, with the airy grace of the Grand Duke's monument out in the square.

But the little Helene swept majestically off, muttering to herself, but so that I could hear her: "'O wondrous, most wondrous,' quoth our cat Mall, when she saw her Tom betwixt her and the moon." The application of which wise saw is indeed to seek.
So the two maids went away, and I betook me to the window to see if I could catch a glimpse of Christian's Elsa.
But I only saw Katrin and Helene going gossiping down the street with their heads very close together.
At first I smiled, well pleased to think how excellently I had played my cards and how daintily I had worked in those gallant speeches out of the book of chivalry.

But by-and-by it struck me that the Little Playmate was absent a most unconscionable time.

Could it be--Michael Texel?
No, that at least was plainly impossible.
I got up and walked about.