"No, it will be simply more selfish—I like her company." Peter had turned as if to go to the door and meet the girl; but he quickly checked himself, lingering in the middle of the room, and the next instant Biddy had come in. When she saw him there she also stopped.
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"Come on boldly, my dear," said Nick. "Peter's bored to death waiting for you."
"Ah he's come to say he won't dine with us to-night!" Biddy stood with her hand on the latch.
"I leave town to-morrow: I've everything to do; I'm broken-hearted; it's impossible"—Peter made of it again such a case as he could. "Please make my peace with your mother—I'm ashamed of not having written to her last night."
She closed the door and came in while her brother said to her, "How in the world did you guess it?"
"I saw it in the Morning Post." And she kept her eyes on their kinsman.
"In the Morning Post?" he vaguely echoed.
"I saw there's to be a first night at that theatre, the one you took us to. So I said, 'Oh he'll go there.'"