Morning, noon, and night they gathered Then lunches,
teas, drives, yachts and innumerable other affairs also plunged their
finders in. Peter did not yield to the superior numbers, he went
wherever Leonore went. But the other men went also, and understood the
ropes far better. He fought on, but a sickening feeling began to creep
over him of impending failure. It was soon not merely how Leonore
treated him; it was the impossibility of getting her to treat him at
all. Even though he was in the same house, it seemed as if there was
always some one else calling or mealing, or taking tea, or playing
tennis or playing billiards, or merely dropping in. And then Leonore
took fewer and fewer meals at home, and spent fewer and fewer hours
there. One day Peter had to translate those despatches all by himself!
When he had a cup of tea now, even with three or four men about, he
considered himself lucky. He understood at last what Miss De Voe had
meant when she had spoken of the difficulty of seeing enough of a
popular girl either to love her or to tell her of it.
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