“Suppose we do what pleases you.”
“No. I want to please you.”
“That is the way to please me,” said Peter emphatically.
Just then a clock struck four. “I know,” said Leonore. “Come to the tea-table, and we’ll have afternoon tea together. It’s the day of all others for afternoon tea.”
“I just said it was a glorious day.”
“Oh? yes. It’s a nice day. But it’s dark and cold and rainy all the same.”
“But that makes it all the better. We shan’t be interrupted.”
“Do you know,” said Leonore, “that Miss De Voe told me once that you were a man who found good in everything, and I see what she meant.”
“I can’t hold a candle to Dennis. He says its ‘a foine day’ so that you feel that it really is. I never saw him in my life, when it wasn’t ‘a foine day.’ I tell him he carries his sunshine round in his heart.”
“You are so different,” said Leonore, “from what every one said. I never knew a man pay such nice compliments. That’s the seventh I’ve heard you make.”