u find."

Then Peter went back to the chaotic street and the now breakfasting
regiment, feeling that strikes, anarchists, and dynamite were only minor
circumstances in life.

About noon Leonore came back to life, and succeeded in making a very
bewitching toilet despite the absence of her maid. Whether she peeped
into any drawers or other places, is left to feminine readers to decide.
If she did, she certainly had ample authority from Peter.

This done she went into the study, and, after sticking her nose into
some of the window flowers, she started to go to the bookshelves. As she
walked her foot struck something which rang with a metallic sound, as it
moved on the wood floor. The next moment, a man started out of a deep
chair.

"Oh!" was all Leonore said.

"I hope I didn't startle you. You must have kicked my sword."

"I--I didn't know you were here!" Leonore eyed the door leading to the
hall, as if she were planning for a sudden flight.

"The regiment was relieved by another from Albany this morning. So I
came up here for a little sleep."

"What a shame that I should have kept you out of your room," said
Leonore, still eyeing the door. From Leonore's appearance, one would
have supposed that she had purloined something of value from his
quarters, and was meditating a sudden dash of escape with it.

"I don't look at it in that light," said Peter. "But since you've
finished with the room for the moment, I'll borrow the use temporarily.
Strikers and anarchists care so little for soap and water themselves,
that they show no consideration to other people for those articles."
Peter passed through the doorway towards which Leonore had glanced. Then
Leonore's anxious look left her, and she no longer looked at the door.
One would almost have inferred that Leonore was afraid of Peter, but
that is absurd, since they were such good friends, since Leonore had
come all the way from Newport to see him, and since Leonore had decided
that Peter must do as she pleased.

Yet, curiously enough, when Peter returned in about twenty minutes, the
same look came into Leonore's face.

"We shall have something to eat in ten minutes," Peter said, "for I hear
your father and mother moving."

Leonore looked towards the door. She did not intend that Peter should
see her do it, but he did.

"Now what shall we do or talk about?" he said. "You know I am host and
mustn't do anything my guests don't wish."

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