She cut him short.
“Why, Morley, do you think I’d ever let on to those Eltons that I know any one in politics?”
“Don’t they have politics in New York?” he asked.
“They won’t even know where Springfield is!” she went on irrelevantly.
“What’ll they say when they receive our cards next fall?” he asked with a smile.
“Well, you needn’t think your name will be engraved on them as Senator, I can assure you!” Her dark eyes flashed.
Vernon laughed again, and Amelia went on:
“You can laugh, but I really believe you would if I’d let you!”
They were silent after that, and Amelia sat with her elbow on the arm of her chair, her chin in her hand, meditating gloomily on her ruined dinner.
“If you did any good by being in politics,” she said, as if speaking to herself. “But I fail to see what good you do. What good do you do?” She lifted her head suddenly and challenged him with a high look.