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"An invitation to Grey-Court is worth two of the Shrubberies. My mother knows only the right kind of people, while Mr. Pierce " "Is to be our host," interrupted Peter, but with no shade of correction in his voice. "Yes," laughed Watts, "and he is a host. He'll not let any one else get a word in edgewise. You are just the kind of talker he'll like.
"He seemed glad enough to be invited to visit Grey-Court," thought Leonore. But even without all this, Peter carried the answer to the puzzle about with him in his own person. Leonore could not but feel the difference in the way he treated, and talked, and looked at her, as compared to all about her.
The evening on which Peter had left Grey-Court, Leonore had been moved "for sundry reasons" to go to her piano and sing an English ballad entitled "Happiness." She had sung it several times, and with gusto. The next morning she read the political part of the papers. "I don't see anything to have taken him back," she said "but I am really glad, for he was getting hard to manage.
Secondly, she says I'm to stay to dinner and am to monopolize you till then. Thirdly, she says we may be just as good friends as we please. Fourthly, she has asked me to come and stay for a week at Grey-Court this summer. Now, what kind of a day is it?" "Simply glorious! Isn't it, Tawney-eye?"
"Now she invites me to Grey-Court." "Then it wasn't anything?" "She had misjudged me." "Now, tell me what it was." "Miss D'Alloi, I know you do not mean it," said Peter, "but you are paining me greatly. There is nothing in my whole life so bitter to me as what you ask me to tell." "Oh, Peter," said Leonore, "I beg your pardon. I was very thoughtless!"
I don't see why you insist on starting in at once in New York? No one does any law business in the summertime. Why, I even think the courts are closed. Come, you'd better go on to Grey-Court with me, and try it, at least. My mammy will kill the fatted calf for you in great style." "We've settled that once," said Peter, who was evidently speaking journalistically, for he had done the settling.
But a month later he was far happier, for one morning towards the end of August, his mail brought him a letter from Watts, announcing that they had been four days installed in their Newport home, and that Peter would now be welcome any time. "I have purposely not filled Grey-Court this summer, so that you should have every chance.
Finally, it was sealed with wax, then very unusual, and the wax bore the impression of a crest. They were all rather disappointed when Peter put that letter in his pocket, without opening it. Peter read the letter at his office that morning. It was as follows: GREY-COURT, July 21st. Like a fool I overslept myself on the morning you left, so did not get my talk with you.
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