Yet, curiously enough, when Peter returned in about twenty minutes, the same look came into Leonore’s face.
“We shall have something to eat in ten minutes,” Peter said, “for I hear your father and mother moving.”
Leonore looked towards the door. She did not intend that Peter should see her do it, but he did.
“Now what shall we do or talk about?” he said. “You know I am host and mustn’t do anything my guests don’t wish.”
Peter said this in the most matter-of-fact way, but Leonore, after a look from under her eyelashes at him, stopped thinking about the door. She went over to one of the window-seats.
“Come and sit here by me,” she said, “and tell me everything about it.”
So Peter described “the war, and what they fought each other for,” as well as he was able, for, despite his intentions, his mind would wander as those eyes looked into his.
“I am glad that Podds was blown to pieces!” said Leonore.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why?”