I know where they are. I even know about the matches."
And Peter sat calmly while his pockets were picked. He even seemed to
enjoy the sensation of that small hand rummaging in his waistcoat
pockets. "You see, dear, that I am learning your ways," Leonore
continued, in a tone of voice which suggested that that was the chief
end of woman. Perhaps it is. The Westminster catechism only tells us the
chief end of man.
"There. Now are you really happy?"
"I don't know anybody more so."
"Then, dear, I want to talk with you."
"The wish is reciprocal. But what have we been doing for six days?"
"We've been telling each other everything, just as we ought. But now I
want to ask two favors, dear."
"I don't think that's necessary. Just tell me what they are."
"Yes. These favors are. Though I know you'll say 'yes.'"
"Well?"
"First. I want you always to keep your rooms just as they are?"
"Dear-heart, after our six weeks' trip, we must be in Albany for three
years, and when we come back to New York, we'll have a house of course.
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