“I can’t tell you how pleasant it has been to me. It isn’t often that such sunshine gets in here,” said Peter.
“Then you do prefer sunshine to grimy old law books?” inquired Leonore, smiling demurely.
“Some sunshine,” said Peter, meaningly.
“Wherever there has been sunshine there ought to be lots of flowers. I have a good mind—yes, I will—leave you these violets,” Leonore took a little bunch that she had worn near her throat and put them and her hand in Peter’s. And she hadn’t put her glove on yet! Then she put her gloves on, and Peter shook hands. Then he remembered that he ought to see them to the elevator, so he took them out—and shook hands again. After that he concluded it was his duty to see them to the carriage—and he shook hands again.
Peter was not an experienced hand, but he was doing very well.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
THE DUDE.
Just as Peter came back to his office, his lunch was announced.
“What makes you look so happy?” asked Ray.
“Being so,” said Peter, calmly.