What was it?"
"I can't tell you."
"Yes," said Leonore, very positively.
Peter hesitated. "She thought badly of me about something, till I
apologized to her."
"And now?"
"Now she invites me to Grey-Court."
"Then it wasn't anything?"
"She had misjudged me."
"Now, tell me what it was."
"Miss D'Alloi, I know you do not mean it," said Peter, "but you are
paining me greatly. There is nothing in my whole life so bitter to me as
what you ask me to tell."
"Oh, Peter," said Leonore, "I beg your pardon. I was very thoughtless!"
"And you don't think the worse of me, because I loved your mother, and
because I can't tell you?" said Peter, in a dangerous tone.
"No," said Leonore, but she rose. "Now we'll go back to the dancing."
"One moment," begged Peter.
But Leonore was already in the full light blazing from the room. "Are
you coming?" she said.
"May I have this waltz?" said Peter, trying to get half a loaf.
"No," said Leonore, "it's promised to Mr. Rutgers.
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