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The legal practice of the great firm and the politics of the city nearly stopped till the finest of its kind had been obtained for her. Another incriminating fact came to her through Dorothy. "I had a great surprise to-day," she told Leonore. "One that fills me with delight, and that will please you." "What is that?"
So Leonore, realizing that helplessness in a man exists only by his own volition, turned, and began walking towards the now distant house. Peter at once released her arm, and walked beside her. Not a glimpse did he get of those dear eyes. Leonore was looking directly before her, and a grenadier could not have held himself straighter.
But she said to herself: "I shall have to snub you in something else to make up for it." Peter was in for a bad quarter of an hour somewhere. Leonore had decided just how she was going to treat Peter. To begin with, she intended to accentuate that "five years" in various ways.
After this statement, so satisfying to both, Leonore recovered her dignity enough to rise, and say, "Now, I want to pay you for your niceness. What do you wish to do?" "Suppose we do what pleases you." "No. I want to please you." "That is the way to please me," said Peter emphatically. Just then a clock struck four. "I know," said Leonore.
Peter would have done it all night, with absolute contentment, so long as Leonore, after every failure, would show him the right way in her own person. Finally she said, "Now take my hands. No. Way apart, so that I can see your feet. Now. We'll try it together. One, two, change. One, two, change." Peter thought this much better, and was ready to go on till strength failed.
What harm is there in my remembering old days? Why should I be ashamed of our relationship? no, not ashamed shy should I forget it? Don't do that, sir; we have shaken hands twice already. Leonore! Xavier! Clive. At one moment you like me: and at the next you seem to repent it. One day you seem happy when I come; and another day you are ashamed of me.
Ten banknotes, each one fifty thousand francs. That is half a million, my Leonore! Look at these papers. Yet no, they are no papers, each is a magic spell, with which you can make a palace rise out of nothing.
Breuning reduced it to two acts, and two or three of the musical numbers were sacrificed, and in this form it was played twice at the Imperial Private Theatre and again withdrawn. On these occasions it had been given under Beethoven's favorite title, "Leonore."
With a cry of joy he opened his arms, and she threw herself into them, clasping her arms around his neck, and laid her head upon his breast. "Welcome, my beloved one, welcome! Oh, how delightful it is to rest upon your breast!" "And what happiness to clasp you in my arms, Leonore! Raise your head, my sweet love; let me see your beautiful face and sun myself in your eyes."
At that moment the door was softly opened, a smiling face looked in, and a light fascinating figure sprang forward through the chamber towards her, kissed her, laughed, and glanced with roguish and ardent affection into her astonished face. "Eva!" exclaimed Leonore, scarcely trusting her eyes; "Eva, are you here? How! whither came you? Are you not gone with the others?"
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