h-your-eyes-shut luck.

"Was this morning luck too?" asked a bridesmaid.

"Absolutely," sighed Lispenard. "And what luck! I always said that Peter
would never marry, because he would insist on taking women seriously,
and because at heart he was afraid of them to a woeful degree, and
showed it in such a way, as simply to make women think he didn't like
them individually. But Miss Luck wouldn't allow that. Oh, no! Miss Luck
isn't content even that Peter shall take his chance of getting a wife,
with the rest of us. She's not going to have any accidents for him. So
she takes the loveliest of girls and trots her all over Europe, so that
she shan't have friends, or even know men well. She arranges too, that
the young girl shall have her head filled with Peter by a lot of
admiring women, who are determined to make him into a sad, unfortunate
hero, instead of the successful man he is. A regular conspiracy to
delude a young girl. Then before the girl has seen anything of the
world, she trots her over here. Does she introduce them at a dance, so
that Peter shall be awkward and silent? Not she! She puts him where he
looks his best--on a horse. She starts the thing off romantically, so
that he begins on the most intimate footing, before another man has left
his pasteboard. So he's way ahead of the pack when they open cry. Is
that enough? No! At the critical moment he is called to the aid of his
country. Gets lauded for his pluck. Gets blown up. Gets everything to
make a young girl worship him. Pure luck! It doesn't matter what Peter
says or does. Miss Luck always arranges that it turn up the winning
card."

"There is no luck in it," cried Mr. Pierce. "It was all due to his
foresight and shrewdness. He plans things beforehand, and merely presses
the button. Why, look at his marriage alone? Does he fall in love early
in life, and hamper himself with a Miss Nobody? Not he! He waits till
he has achieved a position where he can pick from the best, and then he
does exactly that, if you'll pardon a doating grandfather's saying it."

"Well," said Watts, "we have all known Peter long enough to have found
out what he is, yet there seems to be a slight divergence of opinion.
Are we fools, or is Peter a gay deceiver?"

"He is the most outspoken man I ever knew," said Miss De Voe.

"But he tells nothing," said an usher.

"Yes. He is absolutely silent," said a bridesmaid.

"Except when he's speechifying," said Ray.

"And Leonore says h