This was
rather pleasant, for she had to give Peter her hand, and so life became
less unworth living to Peter. Then the footman at the door gave Peter
two telegraphic envelopes of the bulkiest kind, and Leonore too began to
take an interest in life again.
"What are they about?" she asked.
"The Convention. I came off so suddenly that some details were left
unarranged."
"Read them out loud," she said calmly, as Peter broke the first open.
Peter smiled at her, and said: "If I do, will you give me another
waltzing lesson after lunch?"
"Don't bargain," said Leonore, disapprovingly.
"Very well," said Peter, putting the telegrams in his pocket, and
turning towards the stairs.
Leonore let him go up to the first landing. But as soon as she became
convinced that he was really going to his room, she said, "Peter."
Peter turned and looked down at the pretty figure at the foot of the
stairs. He came down again. When he had reached the bottom he said,
"Well?"
Leonore was half angry, and half laughing.
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