Peter pulled himself together instantly and, leaning over, began
deliberately to gather up the fragments of the cup. Then he laid the
pieces on the tea-table and said: "I was dreadfully frightened when I
felt the cup slipping. It was very stupid in me. Will you try to forgive
me for breaking one of your pretty set?"
"That's nothing," said Leonore. To herself that young lady remarked,
"Oh, dear! It's much worse than I thought. I shan't dare say it to him,
after all"
But she did, for Peter helped her, by going back to her original
question, saying bravely: "I don't know enough about Mr. Max ---- the
Englishman, to speak of him, but I think I would not suspect men of
that, even if they are poor."
"Why not?"
"Because it would be much easier, to most men, to love you than to love
your money."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad. I felt so worried over it. Not about this case, for I
don't care for him, a bit. But I wondered if I had to suspect every man
who came near me.
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