There was a sad bravado in her smile, and he answered with an obstinacy he was willing she should feel.
"All the same, dear, don't you try to make him tetrarch over this town. The old judge couldn't stand for that. If he were here to-day he wouldn't sit down at the same table with Weedie, and he wouldn't let you."
She followed him to the door; her comfortable hand was on his arm.
"Weedon will begin his campaign this fall," she said. Evidently she felt bound to define her standpoint clearly.
"Where's his money?" They were at the door and Jeffrey turned upon her. "Amabel, you're not going to stake that whelp?"
She flushed, from guilt, he knew.
"I am not doing anything unwise," she said, with the Addington dignity.
Thereupon Jeffrey went away sadly.