PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
"Really?" he asked concernedly. "In what way did I err?"
"Oh, your sins were of omission, sir. You never once made love to me."
"I never dared, Fair Lady. I adored you in hopeless silence. You were always surrounded by Peter Waring."
She made a face. "Peter! A nice admirer he proved! As soon as my back was turned he scuttled off and got himself married! I suppose you were at the wedding? But, of course, you were! I remember now; you were his best man, weren't you? Was it a pretty wedding? I sent a present, but I couldn't be there. I forget what I sent, but I remember it was something very much nicer than he deserved. I was in Switzerland at the time. Or was it Trouville? Really, I ran around so this summer I've quite forgotten. It was a long way from St. Thomas's, though. Wasn't it a surprise to you, his marrying Leona Morrill?"
"A most agreeable one. I've always been very fond of Miss Morrill."
The widow's artistically penciled brows went up in polite disbelief. "Well, now that she's married
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