“He is, if he's nominated.”
“Can't he get the nomination?”
“Get it! Nobody ever happened to think of him for it till it came into her head; and the only thing I look to see standing in the way of it is Harkless himself; but I expect we can leave it to her to manage, and I guess she will. She's got more diplomacy than Blaine. Kedge Halloway is up the spout all right, but they want to keep it quiet; that's why she had them come here instead of the office.”
“She wouldn't marry him a minute sooner because he went to Congress,” said Minnie thoughtfully.
“You're giving up,” he exclaimed. “You know I'm right.”
“Wait and see. It might—No, you're wrong as wrong can be! I wish you weren't. Don't you see? You're blind. She couldn't do all these things for him if she loved him. That's the very proof itself. I suppose you—well, you can't understand.”
“I'll tell you one thing,” he returned. “If she doesn't, the rest of it won't amount to a rip with John Harkless.”
“Yes, it will. Nobody could help liking to find himself as big a man as he'll be when he comes back here. Besides, don't you see, it's her way of making it up to him for not liking him as much as he wants. You give up, don't you?”
“No,” he cried, with feeble violence, “I don't. She'll find out some things about herself when she sees him again.”
Minnie shook her head.