“To whom are you talking?”
“To you.”
“My name’s Peter.”
“That depends. Are you going to call on us?”
“That is my hope and wish.”
Leonore unbent a little more. “If you are,” she said, “I wish you would do it soon, because mamma said to-day she thought of asking you to my birthday dinner next Tuesday, but I said you oughtn’t to be asked till you had called.”
“Did you know that bribery is unlawful?”
“Are you going to call?”
“Of course I am.”
“That’s better. When?”