Rivington wishes to see
one of them." Dorothy dried her eyes, and braced up. Before Leonore had
time to demand an explanation, Peter's gentlemanly scoundrel was at the
door.
"What is it, Mrs. Rivington?" he asked.
"Mr. Duer, is there any bad news from New York?"
"Yes. A great strike on the Central is on, and the troops have been
called in to keep order."
"Is that all the news?" asked Dorothy.
"Yes."
"Thank you," said Dorothy. "Home, Portman."
The two women were absolutely silent during the drive. But they kissed
each other in parting, not with the peck which women so often give each
other, but with a true kiss. And when Leonore, in crossing the porch,
encountered the mastiff which Peter had given her, she stopped and
kissed him too, very tenderly. What is more, she brought him inside,
which was against the rules, and put him down before the fire. Then she
told the footman to bring her the evening-papers, and sitting down on
the rug by Betise, proceeded to search them, not now for the political
outlook, but for the labor troubles.
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