“Bother,” said Watts. “When?”
“I shall leave by the night express.”
“Nonsense. If it was so important as that, they’d have wired you.”
“It isn’t a matter which could be telegraphed.”
“What is it, Peter?” said Leonore, putting her finger in.
“It’s confidential.”
So Leonore did not ask again. But when the tea was finished, and all had started upstairs, Leonore said, “Peter,” on the landing. When Peter stopped, she whispered, “Why are you going to New York?”
“I can’t tell you,” said Peter.
“Yes, you can, now that papa isn’t here.”
“No.”