D'Alloi. "Didn't
he, Watts?"
"Undoubtedly," laughed Watts. "And so did she. I really think Leonore
did quite as much in her way, as Peter did. I never saw her treat any
one quite as she behaved to Peter from the very first. I remember her
coming in after her runaway, wild with enthusiasm over him, and saying
to me 'Oh, I'm so happy. I've got a new friend, and we are going to be
such friends always!'"
"That raises the same question," laughed Ogden, "that the Irishman did
about the street-fight, when he asked 'Who throwed that last brick
first?'"
"Really, if it didn't seem too absurd," said Watts, "I should say they
began it the moment they met."
"I don't think that at all absurd," said a gray-haired, refined looking
woman who was the least collapsed of the group, or was perhaps so well
bred as to conceal her feelings. "I myself think it began before they
even met. Leonore was half in love with Peter when she was in Europe,
and Peter, though he knew nothing of her, was the kind of a man who
imagines an ideal and loves that.
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