“Yes. I know it’s politics, and you are to tell me.”
“It isn’t politics.”
“Then what is it?”
“You really want to know?”
“Of course.”
“It’s something really confidential.”
Leonore gave Peter one look of insulted dignity, and went upstairs to her room. “He’s different,” she said. “He isn’t a bit afraid of displeasing me any more. I don’t know what to do with him.”
Peter found Jenifer waiting. “Only pack the grip,” he said. “I hope to come back in a few days.” But he looked very glum, and the glumness stuck to him even after he had dressed and had descended to dinner.
“I am leaving my traps,” he told Mrs. D’Alloi. “For I hope to be back next week.”
“Next week!” cried Watts. “What has been sprung on you that will take you that long?”