"
"I shan't think badly of you, Peter," said Leonore, in the nicest tone.
"Thank you," said Peter. "And if you see things said of me that trouble
you, will you ask me about them?"
"Yes. But I thought you wouldn't talk politics?"
"I will talk with you, because, you know, friends must tell each other
everything."
When Leonore had settled back in the carriage for the long drive, she
cogitated: "Mr. Le Grand said that he and Miss De Voe, and Mr. Ogden had
all tried to get Peter to talk about politics, but that he never would.
Yet, he's known them for years, and is great friends with them. It's
very puzzling!"
Probably Leonore was thinking of American politics.
CHAPTER XLVII.
THE BLUE-PETER.
Leonore's puzzle went on increasing in complexity, but there is a limit
to all intricacy, and after a time Leonore began to get an inkling of
the secret. She first noticed that Peter seemed to spend an undue amount
of time with her. He not merely turned up in the Park daily, but they
were constantly meeting elsewhere.
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