"
When the carriage was announced later, Peter shook hands with Watts and
Mrs. D'Alloi, and then held out his hand to Leonore. "Good-bye," he
said.
"Are you going to tell me why you are going?" said that young lady, with
her hands behind her, in the prettiest of poses.
"No."
"Then I shan't say good-bye."
"I cannot tell you," said Peter, quietly; "please say good-bye."
"No."
That refusal caused Peter gloom all the way to the station. But if
Leonore could have looked into the future she would have seen in her
refusal the bitterest sorrow she had ever known.
CHAPTER LV.
OATHS.
As soon as Peter was on the express he went into the smoking cabin of
the sleeping-car, and lighting a cigar, took out a letter and read it
over again. While he was still reading it, a voice exclaimed:
"Good! Here's Peter. So you are in it too?" Ogden continued, as Ray and
he took seats by Peter.
"I always did despise Anarchists and Nihilists," sighed Ray, "since I
was trapped into reading some of those maudlin Russian novels, with
their eighth-century ideas grafted on nineteenth-century conditions.
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