His
thoughts are merely reported verbatim, as the easiest way. It certainly
indicates that, as with most troubles, there was a woman in it.
Peter said much this same thing to himself quite often during the
following week, and always with a groan. Dorothy was continually putting
her finger in. Yet it was in the main a happy time to Peter. His friend
treated him very nicely for the most part, if very variably. Peter never
knew in what mood he should find her. Sometimes he felt that Leonore
considered him as the dirt under her little feet. Then again, she could
not be too sweet to him. There was an evening--a dinner--at which he sat
between Miss Biddle and Leonore when, it seemed to Peter, Leonore said
and looked such nice things, that the millennium had come. Yet the next
morning, she told him that: "It was a very dull dinner. I talked to
nobody but you."
Fortunately for Peter, the D'Allois were almost as new an advent in
Newport, so Leonore was not yet in the running. But by the time Peter's
first week had sped, he found that men were putting their fingers in, as
well as Dorothy.
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