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"Bother you, you phlegmatic old cow," cried a merry voice. "Here we have
spent ten minutes palavering your boy, in order to make him let us
surprise you, and then when we spring it on you, you don't budge. Wasn't
it shabby treatment, Dot?"
"You've disappointed us awfully, Mr. Stirling."
Peter was shaking hands more deliberately with Leonore than he had with
Watts. He had been rather clever in shaking hands with him first, so
that he need not hurry himself over the second. So he had a very nice
moment--all too short--while Leonore's hand lay in his. He said, in
order to prolong the moment, without making it too marked, "It will take
something more frightful than you, Miss D'Alloi, to make me jump." Then
Peter was sorry he had said it, for Leonore dropped her eyes.
"Now, old man, give an account of yourself." Watts was speaking
jauntily, but not quite as easily as he usually did. "Here Leonore and I
waited all last evening, and you never came. So she insisted that we
come this morning.


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