Pell looked at her blankly. “What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you know that the Convention will pass a resolution, naming you for next senator?” said Leonore, with both wonder and pity in her face and voice.
“Who told you that?” said Pell, with an amount of interest blended with doubt that was a decided contrast to a moment ago.
“That’s telling,” said Leonore. “You know, Mr. Pell, that one mustn’t tell people who are outside the party councils everything.”
“I believe you are trying to stuff me,” said Pell, “If it is so, or anything like it, you wouldn’t know.”
“Oh,” said Leonore, tantalizingly, “I could tell you a great deal more than that. But of course you don’t care to talk politics with a girl.”
Pell weakened. “Tell me who told you about it?”
“I think we must go home to lunch,” said Leonore, turning to Peter, who had enjoyed Leonore’s triumph almost as much as she had.
“Peter,” said Pell, “have you heard what Miss D’Alloi has been saying?”
“Part of it.”