When Peter
stopped, she whispered, "Why are you going to New York?"
"I can't tell you," said Peter.
"Yes, you can, now that papa isn't here."
"No."
"Yes. I know it's politics, and you are to tell me."
"It isn't politics."
"Then what is it?"
"You really want to know?"
"Of course."
"It's something really confidential."
Leonore gave Peter one look of insulted dignity, and went upstairs to
her room. "He's different," she said. "He isn't a bit afraid of
displeasing me any more. I don't know what to do with him."
Peter found Jenifer waiting. "Only pack the grip," he said. "I hope to
come back in a few days." But he looked very glum, and the glumness
stuck to him even after he had dressed and had descended to dinner.
"I am leaving my traps," he told Mrs. D'Alloi. "For I hope to be back
next week."
"Next week!" cried Watts. "What has been sprung on you that will take
you that long?"
"It doesn't depend on me, unfortunately," said Peter, "or I wouldn't
go.
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