"Do
you think they'll do as we tell them?"
Peter looked down into that dearest of faces, gazing at him so frankly
and with such interest, so very near his, and wondered what deed was
noble or great enough to win a kiss from those lips. Several times that
afternoon, it had seemed to him that he could not keep himself from
leaning over and taking one. He even went so far now as to speculate on
exactly what Leonore would do if he did. Fortunately his face was not
given to expressing his thoughts. Leonore never dreamed how narrow an
escape she had. "If only she wouldn't be so friendly and confiding,"
groaned Peter, even while absolutely happy in her mood. "I can't do it,
when she trusts me so."
"Well," said Leonore, "perhaps when you've done staring at me, you'll
answer my question."
"I think they'll do as we tell them," smiled Peter. "But we'll get word
to-morrow about Dutchess and Steuben. Then we shall know better how the
land lies, and can talk plainer."
"Will there be more ciphers, to-morrow?"
"Yes.
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