"
As for Peter, he actually whistled during his ablutions, which was
something he had not done for many years. He could not quite say why,
but it represented his mood better than did his earlier growl.
CHAPTER LII.
A GUARDIAN ANGEL.
Peter had as glorious an afternoon as he had had a bad morning. First he
danced a little. Then the two sat at the big desk in the deserted
library and worked together over those very complex dispatches till they
had them translated. Then they had to discuss their import. Finally they
had to draft answers and translate them into cipher. All this with their
heads very close together, and an utter forgetfulness on the part of a
certain personage that snubbing rather than politics was her "plan of
campaign." But Leonore began to feel that she was a political power
herself, and so forgot her other schemes. When they had the answering
dispatches fairly transcribed, she looked up at Peter and said:
"I think we've done that very well," in the most approving voice.
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