"Every woman ought to play billiards," Peter thought, when it was ended.
"It's the most graceful sight I've seen in years."
Leonore said, "You get the ideas very nicely, but you hit much too hard.
You can't hit a ball too softly. You pound it as if you were trying to
smash it."
"It's something I really must learn," said Peter, who had refused over
and over again in the past.
"I'll teach you, while you are here," said Leonore.
Peter did not refuse this time.
Nor did he refuse another lesson. When they had drifted into the
drawing-room, Leonore asked: "Have you been learning how to valse?"
Peter smiled at so good an American using so European a word, but said
seriously, "No. I've been too busy."
"That's a shame," said Leonore, "because there are to be two dances this
week, and mamma has written to get you cards."
"Is it very hard?" asked Peter.
"No," said Leonore. "It's as easy as breathing, and much nicer."
"Couldn't you teach me that, also?"
"Easily.
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