“What is the matter?”
“Matter with what?” asked Leonore, calmly.
“With you.”
“Nothing.”
“I shan’t take that for an answer. Remember, we have sworn to be friends.”
“Friends come to see each other.”
Peter felt relieved; and smiled, “They do,” he said, “when they can.”
“No, they don’t, sometimes,” said Leonore severely. Then she unbent a little. “Why haven’t you been to see us? You’ve had a full week.”
“Yes,” said Peter, “I have had a very full week.”
“Are you going to call on us, Mr. Stirling?”