“Yes. If you’ll give me some dances.”
“I’ve told you once that I’ll only give you the ones not taken by better dancers. If you choose to stay round I’ll take you for those.”
“Do you ever have a dance over?” asked Peter, marvelling at such a possibility.
“I’ve only been to one dance. I didn’t have at that.”
“Well,” said Peter, growling a little, “I’ll go.”
“Oh,” said Leonore, calmly, “don’t put yourself out on my account.”
“I’m not,” growled Peter. “I’m doing it to please myself.” Then he laughed, so Leonore laughed too.
After a game of billiards they all went to the dance. As they entered the hall, Peter heard his name called in a peculiar voice behind. He turned and saw Dorothy.
Dorothy merely said, “Peter!” again. But Peter understood that explanations were in order. He made no attempt to dodge.
“Dorothy,” he said softly, giving a glance at Leonore, to see that she was out of hearing, “when you spent that summer with Miss De Voe, did Ray come down every week?”