To him we are nothing but
dancing, dressing, prattling flutter-birds." Then Dorothy put her head
on one side, and seemed far more interested in the effect of her own
frock than in Peter's fate.
"He talks politics to me," Leonore could not help saying. Leonore did
not like Dorothy's last speech.
"Oh, Peter's such a gentleman that he always talks seriously even to us;
but it's only his politeness. I've seen him talk to girls like you, and
he is delightfully courteous, and one would think he liked it. But, from
little things Ray has told me, I know he looks down on society girls."
"Are you ready, Leonore?" inquired Mrs. D'Alloi.
Leonore was very ready. Watts and Peter were ready also; had been ready
during the whole of this dialogue. Watts was cross; Peter wasn't. Peter
would willingly have waited an hour longer, impatient only for the
moment of meeting, not to get downstairs. That is the difference between
a husband and a lover.
"Peter," said Leonore, the moment they were on the stairs, "do you ever
tell other girls political secrets?"
Dorothy was coming just behind, and she poked Peter in the back with her
fan.
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