"I do not think such an issue will ever be forced to the front again. That was a moral question as well as political. Other matters vex the people of today—money matters mostly—in which more diplomacy is required than bravery."
"I must hurry now. I have but fifteen minutes in which to get down town."
"You surely are not going out tonight?"
"Business appointments must be kept. The storm was not considerate enough to leave town before 'the man' came, and 'the man' cannot wait for the storm to take its departure, so what is to be done?"
"Does James know?"
"I do not want the horses tonight."
Jean stepped out and returned with his wraps. She held the great coat while he thrust his long arms into it. Then she tied his muffler around his neck.
"Father, while you are out, if you run across any lonely reformer, put in for Jean an application for the position of first assistant," laughed Vivian.
Judge Thorn left the room, and these two daughters of fortune settled themselves for a comfortable evening.