ok surprised. She only looked the other way, and
the corners of her mouth were curving upwards.

"The journey?" queried Watts.

"You mean Newport, don't you?" said Leonore helpfully, when Peter said
nothing. Leonore was looking out from under her lashes--at things in
general, of course.

Peter said nothing. Peter was not going to lie about what he had meant,
and Leonore liked him all the better for not using the deceiving
loophole she had opened.

Watts said, "Oh, of course. It improves every year. But wasn't the
journey hot, old man?"

"I didn't notice," said Peter.

"Didn't notice! And this one of the hottest days of the year."

"I had something else to think about," explained Peter.

"Politics?" asked Watts.

"Oh, Peter," said Leonore, "we've been so interested in all the talk. It
was just as maddening as could be, how hard it was to get New York
papers way out west. I'm awfully in the dark about some things. I've
asked a lot of people here about it, but nobody seems to know anything.
Or if they do, they laugh at me. I met Congressman Pell yesterday at the
Tennis Tournament, and thought he would tell me all about it. But he was
horrid! His whole manner said: 'I can't waste real talk on a girl.' I
told him I was a great friend of yours, and that you would tell me when
you came, but he only laughed and said, he had no doubt you would, for
you were famous for your indiscretion. I hate men who laugh at women the
moment they try to talk as men do."

"I think," said Peter, "we'll have to turn Pell down. A Congressman who
laughs at one of my friends won't do."

"I really wish you would. That would teach him," said Leonore,
vindictively. "A man who laughs at women can't be a good Congressman."

"I tell you what we'll do," said Peter. "I don't want to retire him,
because--because I like his mother. But I will tell you something for
you to tell him, that will astonish him very much, and make him want to
know who told you, and so you can tease him endlessly."

"Oh, Peter!" said Leonore. "You are the nicest man."

"What's that?" asked Watts.

"It's a great secret," said Peter. "I shall only tell it to Miss
D'Alloi, so that if it leaks beyond Pell, I shall know whom to blame for
it."

"Goody!" cried Leonore, giving a little bounce for joy.

"Is it about that famous dinner?" inquired Watts.

"No."

"Peter, I'm so curious about that. Will you tell me what you did?"

"I ate a dinner," said Peter smiling.