“It doesn’t depend on me, unfortunately,” said Peter, “or I wouldn’t go.”
When the carriage was announced later, Peter shook hands with Watts and Mrs. D’Alloi, and then held out his hand to Leonore. “Good-bye,” he said.
“Are you going to tell me why you are going?” said that young lady, with her hands behind her, in the prettiest of poses.
“No.”
“Then I shan’t say good-bye.”
“I cannot tell you,” said Peter, quietly; “please say good-bye.”
“No.”
That refusal caused Peter gloom all the way to the station. But if Leonore could have looked into the future she would have seen in her refusal the bitterest sorrow she had ever known.