Lispenard went back with Peter to the city. He gave his reason on the train:
“You see I go back to the city occasionally in the summer, so as to make the country bearable, and then I go back to the country, so as to make the city endurable. I shall be in Newport again in a week. When will you come back?”
“My summering’s over.”
“Indeed. I thought my cousin would want you again!”
“She did not say so.”
“The deuce she didn’t. It must be the only thing she didn’t say, then, in your long confabs?”
Peter made no reply, though Lispenard looked as well as asked a question.
“Perhaps,” continued Lispenard, “she talked too much, and so did not remember to ask you?”
Still Peter said nothing.
“Are you sure she didn’t give you a chance to have more of her society?” Lispenard was smiling.