Peter took his eyes off Leonore’s face, where they had been resting restfully, and glanced up. Watts had entered the room.
“Go on,” said Watts. “Don’t let me interrupt your political disquisitions; I have only come in for a cup of tea.”
“Miss D’Alloi and I were merely discussing bosses,” said Peter. “Miss D’Alloi, when women get the ballot, as I hope they will, I trust you will be a good boss, for I am sure you will influence a great many votes.”
“Oh!” said Leonore, laughing, “I shan’t be a boss at all. You’ll be my boss, I think, and I’ll always vote for you.”
Peter thought the day even more glorious than he had before.
CHAPTER XLVI.
THE BETTER ELEMENT.
The evening after this glorious day, Peter came in from his ride, but instead of going at once to his room, he passed down a little passage, and stood in a doorway.
“Is everything going right, Jenifer?” he queried.
“Yissah!”