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In his first year it is to be questioned if he exchanged ten words with women whose names were known to him, except during these home-visits. That this could long continue, was impossible. In his second year he was several times taken by his chum, Watts D'Alloi, to call. But always with one result.
"He began long before any of you dreamed," said Mrs. 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.
"For I hope to be back next week." "Next week!" cried Watts. "What has been sprung on you that will take you that long?" "It doesn't depend on me, unfortunately," said Peter, "or I wouldn't go." When the carriage was announced later, Peter shook hands with Watts and Mrs. D'Alloi, and then held out his hand to Leonore. "Good-bye," he said.
Then he sat down at his desk and wrote on another sheet: DEAR MISS D'ALLOI: I will defend you faithfully and always. "That isn't what I said," remarked Miss D'Alloi. "But I suppose it will have to do." "You forget one important thing." "What is that?" "My retaining fee." "Oh, dear," sighed Leonore. "My allowance is nearly gone. Don't you ever do work for very, very poor people, for nothing?"
Super-refinement puts a man out of sympathy with much that is basic in humanity, and it needs a great love, or a great sacrifice of feeling, to condone it. It is hard work for what Watts calls a tough, and such a man, to understand and admire one another." "But don't you think," said Mrs. D'Alloi, "that the people of our class are better and finer?"
There's one kiss for it Peter won't mind and now I know you two want to talk old times, so I'll leave you together. Good-bye, Peter or rather au revoir for you must be a regular visitor now. Watts, arrange with Peter to dine with us some day this week." Mrs. D'Alloi disappeared through the doorway. Peter's pulse did not change a beat.
"This is to be one of what Lispenard calls your 'often, frequently, only once' affairs, is it?" "I'm afraid we are early," said Mrs. D'Alloi. "We did not know how much time to allow." "No. Such old friends cannot come too soon."
While they were sipping their tea, however, Watts came in from the club. "Helen," he said, going to the bay window farthest from the tea-table, "come here I want to say something." They whispered for a moment, and then Mrs. D'Alloi came back to her tea. "Won't you have a cup, papa?" asked Leonore. "'Not to-day, dear," said Watts, with an unusual tenderness in his voice.
If you have aught to say why sentence should not now be passed on you, speak now or forever no that's the wedding ceremony, isn't it? Not criminal sentence though, on second thought, there's not much difference." "Did you expect me, Miss D'Alloi?" Miss D'Alloi was looking at a shelf of law books with her back to Peter, and was pretending great interest in them. She did not turn, but said "Yes."
He said, in order to prolong the moment, without making it too marked, "It will take something more frightful than you, Miss D'Alloi, to make me jump." Then Peter was sorry he had said it, for Leonore dropped her eyes. "Now, old man, give an account of yourself." Watts was speaking jauntily, but not quite as easily as he usually did. "Here Leonore and I waited all last evening, and you never came.
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