"Do you know," said Leonore, as she snipped, and dropped roses into the
basket, "you are not as obstinate as people say you are."
"Don't deceive yourself on that score," said Peter.
"Well! I mean you are not absolutely determined to have your own way."
"I never give up my own views," said Peter, "unless I can see more to be
gained by so doing. To that extent I am not at all obstinate."
"Suppose," said Leonore, "that you go and cut the roses on those
furthest bushes while I go in and arrange these?"
"Suppose," said Peter calmly, and with an evident lack of enthusiasm.
"Well. Will you?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"The motion to adjourn," said Peter, "is never debatable."
"Do you know," said Leonore, "that you are beginning very badly?"
"That is what I have thought ever since I joined you."
"Then why don't you go away?"
"Why make bad, worse?"
"There," said Leonore, "Your talking has made me cut my finger, almost."
"Let me see," said Peter, reaching out for her hand.
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