" It was nearly five, o'clock, and Peter was
longing for that customary half-hour at the tea-table.
Leonore said in the kindness of her heart, "When you've changed your
clothes, I'll make you a cup." Then she went upstairs. When she had
reached the second floor, she turned, and leaning over the balustrade of
the gallery, said, "Peter."
"Yes," said Peter, surveying her from below, and thinking how lovely she
was.
Leonore was smiling saucily. She said in triumph: "I had my way. I did
get my walk." Then she went to her room, her head having a very
victorious carriage.
Peter went to his room, smiling. "It's a good lawyer," he told his
mirror, "who compromises just enough to make both sides think they've
won." Peter changed his clothes with the utmost despatch, and hurried
downstairs to the tea-table. She was not there! Peter waited nearly five
minutes quietly, with a patience almost colossal. Then he began to get
restless. He wandered about the room for another two minutes.
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