Garwood could have crushed him for his tone as Pusey would have crushed the cockroaches he could never hit, but he was better schooled to his part and he thought of the agonies of defeat. He needed every dollar of his salary now. So he went on:
“You are on the delegation, I believe?”
“I believe I am; yes,” Pusey replied.
“Very well,” said Garwood, unable to resist the impulse to assume his congressional manner, “very well. And I understand that you are opposed to my renomination.”
“I haven’t said so, have I?” said Pusey, turning his head for the first time and squinting at Garwood over his spectacles.
“I don’t know.”
The reply took Pusey by surprise, and he lost something of his position.
“Well, I haven’t,” he answered.
“But you opposed me in the convention.”
“No, not quite that,” Pusey answered.