"
"Oh? yes. It's a nice day. But it's dark and cold and rainy all the
same."
"But that makes it all the better. We shan't be interrupted."
"Do you know," said Leonore, "that Miss De Voe told me once that you
were a man who found good in everything, and I see what she meant."
"I can't hold a candle to Dennis. He says its 'a foine day' so that you
feel that it really is. I never saw him in my life, when it wasn't 'a
foine day.' I tell him he carries his sunshine round in his heart."
"You are so different," said Leonore, "from what every one said. I never
knew a man pay such nice compliments. That's the seventh I've heard you
make."
"You know I'm a politician, and want to become popular."
"Oh, Peter! Will you let me ask you something?"
"Anything," said Peter, rashly, though speaking the absolute truth.
Peter just then was willing to promise anything. Perhaps it was the warm
cup of tea; perhaps it was the blazing logs; perhaps it was the shade of
the lamp, which cast such a pleasant rosy tint over everything; perhaps
it was the comfortable chair; perhaps it was that charming face;
perhaps it was what Mr.
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