"And to think that you have so changed—grown up! And that you are here! I remember asking for you when Charlie was in Fort Benton, shortly after I went there to live; but you were away at school. I don't recall ever hearing your brother called Blair, though as a matter of fact I wasn't thinking of your name. I was thinking of you!"
"What a pretty speech! And Mrs. Latimer is always telling what a woman-hater you are!"
"I was not aware that I was of enough importance to be the subject of Mrs. Latimer's strictures," replied Danvers, his brow contracting. "But I believe I do have that reputation," he added, and smiled into her unbelieving brown eyes.
"Moore is not running for office this year," said Danvers presently, finding it easier to talk of matters politic.
"No. Charlie wants a place in the Senate—perhaps you know." She changed the subject by asking, "Do you think that a man should ever vote for a candidate not in his own party?"
"If he votes for the better man—especially in local politics—yes. Is it a political crime in your eyes?"
"I believe most politicians think so." Miss Blair also resorted to evasion.
They were joined by other guests, and the conversation became general. The Honorable Mr. Moore, resplendent in a new dress suit, was saying pleasant things to his hostess.
"What a lucky dog the judge is, my dear Mrs. Latimer! You would carry off any situation. You deserve a wider field than this small Western city."
"Really?" cooed the flattered lady.