“Well, you'll see a good run, first, I expect!”
He walked along with me, Link and the others following a little way behind; but Hugo Siffles, of course, walking with us, partly to listen and tell at the drug-store later, and partly to look like state secrets.
“Sorry you couldn't see your way to join us,” Trimmer said. “But we'll win out all right, anyway. I shouldn't think that would be much of a disappointment to you, though. It will be a great thing for one of your family.”
“Oh, yes,” I said, “Hector.”
Trimmer took on a little of his benevolent statesman's manner, which they nearly all get in time. “I have the greatest confidence in that young man's future,” he said. “He may go to the very top. All he needs is money. I speak to you as a relative: he ought to drop that school-teacher and marry a girl with money. He could, easily enough.”
That made me a little ugly. “Oh, no,” I said. “He can make plenty in Congress outside of his salary, can't he? I understand some of them do.”
Of course Trimmer didn't lose his temper; instead, he laughed out loud, and then put his hand on my shoulder.
“Look here,” he said. “I'm his friend and you're his cousin. He's one of my own crowd and I have his best interests at heart. That isn't the girl for him. He tells me that, for a long while, she used to advise him against having too much to do with me, until he showed her that winning my influence in his favour was his only chance to rise. Now, if you have his best interests at heart, as I have, you'll help persuade him to let her go. Why shouldn't he marry better? She's not so young any longer, and she's pretty much lost her looks. And then, you know people will talk—”
“Talk about what?” I said.
“Well, if he goes to Congress, and, with his prospects, throws himself away on a skinny little old-maid school-teacher in the backwoods, one that he's been making love to for years, they might say almost anything. Why can't he hand her over to Joe Lane? I'm sure—”