"I'm behind the curtain, so I can't see anything," said a voice from a
doorway, "and therefore you needn't jump; but I wish to inquire if you
two want any breakfast?"
A few days later Peter again went up the steps of the Fifty-seventh
Street house. This practice was becoming habitual with Peter; in fact,
so habitual that his cabby had said to him this very day, "The old
place, sir?" Where Peter got the time it is difficult to understand,
considering that his law practice was said to be large, and his
political occupations just at present not small. But that is immaterial.
The simple fact that Peter went up the steps is the essential truth.
From the steps, he passed into a door; from the door he passed into a
hall; from a hall he passed into a room; from a room he passed into a
pair of arms.
"Thank the Lord, you've come," Watts remarked. "Leonore has up and down
refused to make the tea till you arrived."
"I was at headquarters, and they would talk, talk, talk," said Peter.
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