Leonore went to a gallery. There was
Peter! She went to a concert. Ditto, Peter! She visited the flower-show.
So did Peter! She came out of church. Behold Peter! In each case with
nothing better to do than to see her home. At first Leonore merely
thought these meetings were coincidences, but their frequency soon ended
this theory, and then Leonore noticed that Peter had a habit of
questioning her about her plans beforehand, and of evidently shaping his
accordingly.
Nor was this all. Peter seemed to be constantly trying to get her to
spend time with him. Though the real summer was fast coming, he had an
other dinner. He had a box at the theatre. He borrowed a drag from Mr.
Pell, and took them all up for a lunch at Mrs. Costell's in Westchester.
Then nothing would do but to have another drive, ending in a dinner at
the Country Club.
Flowers, too, seemed as frequent as their meetings. Peter had always
smiled inwardly at bribing a girl's love with flowers and bon-bons, but
he had now discovered that flowers are just the thing to send a girl, if
you love her, and that there is no bribing about it.
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