But I want you to know, because--well--it's only fair."
Leonore looked at Peter with a very tender look in her eyes. He could
not see it, because Leonore sat so that her face was in shadow. But she
could see his expression, and when he hesitated, with that drawn look on
his face, Leonore said softly:
"You mean--about--mamma?"
Peter started. "Yes! You know?"
"Yes," said Leonore gently. "And that was why I trusted you, without
ever having met you, and why I wanted to be friends."
Peter sighed a sigh of relief. "I've been so afraid of it," he said.
"She told you?"
"Yes. That is, Miss De Voe told me first of your having been
disappointed, so I asked mamma if she knew the girl, and then mamma told
me. I'm glad you spoke of it, for I've wanted to ask you something."
"What?"
"If that was why you wouldn't call at first on us?"
"No."
"Then why did mamma say you wouldn't call?" When Peter made no reply,
Leonore continued, "I knew--that is I felt, there was something wrong.
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