“Why?”
“Because you said you’d call me Peter.”
“But not if you won’t—”
“You made no condition at the time of promise. Shall I show you the law?”
“No. And I shall not call you Peter, any more, Peter.”
“Then I shall prosecute you.”
“But I should win the case, for I should hire a friend of mine to defend me. A man named Peter.” Leonore sat down in Peter’s chair. “I’m going to write him at once about it.” She took one of his printed letter sheets and his pen, and, putting the tip of the holder to her lips (Peter has that pen still), thought for a moment. Then she wrote:
DEAR PETER:
I am threatened with a prosecution. Will you defend me? Address your reply to “Dear Leonore.”
LEONORE D’ALLOI.