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"I've been looking for you," he said frankly. Peter had not
ceased to be straightforward.
"Hello! This is nice," said Watts.
"Don't you think it's about time?" said Leonore. Leonore had her own
opinion of what friendship consisted. She was not angry with Peter--not
at all. But she did not look at him.
Peter had drawn his horse up to the side on which Leonore was riding.
"That is just what I thought," he said deliberately, "and that's why I'm
here now."
"How long ago did that occur to you, please?" said Leonore, with
dignity.
"About the time it occurred to me that you might ride here regularly
afternoons."
"Don't you?" Leonore was mollifying.
"No. I like the early morning, when there are fewer people."
"You unsociable old hermit," exclaimed Watts.
"But now?" asked Leonore.
When Leonore said those two words Peter had not yet had a sight of those
eyes. And he was getting desperately anxious to see them. So he replied:
"Now I shall ride in the afternoons."
He was rewarded by a look.


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