Excerpt from The Gleaner, Vol. 36: April, 1932 (Classic Reprint)
Of course, she couldn't hear him. She was way down on the ground and he was way up in a prison tower, and he was too much of a gentleman to shout at a lady. Such things weren't done in his day. Suddenly he thought of his bosom friend Arcite. Why shouldn't he enjoy the-vision too. Hey Arcite, come up and look at the scenery, he cried. In two shakes of a lamb's tail, Arcite was alongside with a pair of field glasses, taking it all in. Well, I'll be this, that and the other thing. How long has this been going on? Oh! Lady, how I could love you!