"He was very nice," she
had said, in monologue, "about putting the trip down to friendship. And
he was very nice that morning in his study. But I think his very
niceness is suspicious, and so I must be hard on him!" A woman's
reasoning is apt to seem defective, yet sometimes it solves problems not
otherwise answerable.
Leonore found her "hard" policy harder than she thought for. She told
Peter the first evening that she was going to a card-party. "I can't
take you," she said.
"I shall be all the better for a long night's sleep," said Peter,
calmly.
This was bad enough, but the next morning, as she was arranging the
flowers, she remarked to some one who stood and watched her, "Miss
Winthrop is engaged. How foolish of a girl in her first season! Before
she's had any fun, to settle down to dull married life."
She had a rose in her hand, prepared to revive Peter with it, in case
her speech was too much for one dose, but when she glanced at him, he
was smiling happily.
"What is it?" asked Leonore, disapprovingly.
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