So Peter did not speak to Dorothy. He sat down by Leonore and talked,
till a scoundrelly, wretched, villainous, dastardly, low-born, but very
good-looking fellow carried off his treasure. Then he wended his way to
Dorothy.
"Why did you tell me to say 'yes'?" he asked.
Dorothy sighed. "I thought you couldn't have understood me," she said;
"but you are even worse than I supposed. Never mind, it's done now.
Peter, will you do me a great favor?"
"I should like to," said Peter.
"Miss Biddle, of Philadelphia, is here. She doesn't know many of the
men, and she doesn't dance. Now, if I introduce you, won't you try to
make her have a good time?"
"Certainly," said Peter, gloomily.
"And don't go and desert her, just because another man comes up. It
makes a girl think you are in a hurry to get away, and Miss Biddle is
very sensitive. I know you don't want to hurt her feelings." All this
had been said as they crossed the room. Then: "Miss Biddle, let me
introduce Mr. Stirling.
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