I'm a ward boss, and my place is in saloons. Don't hesitate to
say it."
All this was very foolish, but it was real to Peter for the moment, and
he looked straight ahead with lines on his face which Leonore had never
seen before. He ought to have been ordered to go off by himself till he
should be in better mood.
Instead Leonore turned from the tennis, and said: "Please don't talk
that way, Peter. You know I don't think that." Leonore had understood
the misery which lay back of the growl. "Poor fellow," she thought, "I
must cheer him up." So she stopped looking at the tennis. "See," she
said, "there are Miss Winthrop and Mr. Pell. Do take me over to them and
let me spring my surprise. You talk to Miss Winthrop."
"Why, Peter!" said Pell. "When did you come?"
"Last night. How do you do, Miss Winthrop?" Then for two minutes Peter
talked, or rather listened, to that young lady, though sighing
internally. Then, _Laus Deo!_ up came the poor little chap, whom Peter
had libelled in age and affections, only ten minutes before, and set
Peter free.
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