"
"That's--different," said Leonore. "Still, I'll--well, look at them,"
and Leonore lifted her eyes to Peter's half laughingly and half timidly.
Peter studied those eyes in silence--studied them till Leonore, who did
not find that steady look altogether easy to bear, and yet was not
willing to confess herself stared out of countenance, asked: "Do you
like them?"
"Yes," said Peter.
"Is that all you can say? Other people have said very complimentary
things!" said Leonore, pretending to be grieved over the monosyllable,
yet in reality delighting in its expressiveness as Peter said it.
"I think," said Peter, "that before I can tell you what I think of your
eyes, we shall have to invent some new words."
Leonore looked down again into the fire, smiling a satisfied smile.
Peter looked down at that down-turned head, also with a satisfied smile.
Then there was another long silence. Incidentally it is to be noted that
Peter still held the hand given him some time before. To use a poker
term, Peter was standing "pat," and wished no change.
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