"Who told you that?" said Pell, with an amount of interest blended with
doubt that was a decided contrast to a moment ago.
"That's telling," said Leonore. "You know, Mr. Pell, that one mustn't
tell people who are outside the party councils everything."
"I believe you are trying to stuff me," said Pell, "If it is so, or
anything like it, you wouldn't know."
"Oh," said Leonore, tantalizingly, "I could tell you a great deal more
than that. But of course you don't care to talk politics with a girl."
Pell weakened. "Tell me who told you about it?"
"I think we must go home to lunch," said Leonore, turning to Peter, who
had enjoyed Leonore's triumph almost as much as she had.
"Peter," said Pell, "have you heard what Miss D'Alloi has been saying?"
"Part of it."
"Where can she have picked it up?
"I met Miss D'Alloi at a lunch at the White House, last June," said
Peter seriously, "and she, and the President, and I, talked politics.
Politically, Miss D'Alloi is rather a knowing person.
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