I'd like--" Here the boy stopped.
Peter considered for a moment. Calling at the house of a man he
did not know, even to continue the acquaintance of so charming a
young fellow as his nephew, was not one of the things punctilious
Mr. Grayson--punctilious as to forms of etiquette--was accustomed
to do. The young man read his thoughts and added quickly:
"Of course I'll do just as you say, but if you only would come we
will be entirely alone and won't see anybody else in the house."
"But couldn't you possibly come to me?" Peter urged. The fact that
young Breen had a suite of rooms so sequestered as to be beyond
the reach even of a dance, altered the situation to some extent,
but he was still undecided. "I live all alone when my sister is
not with me, and I, too, have many things I am sure would interest
you. Say you'll come now--I shall expect you, shall I not?"
The boy hesitated. "You may not know exactly what I mean," he said
slowly. "Maybe you can't understand, for everybody about here
seems to love you, and you must have lots of friends.
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