“We were going over into the Senate.”
“Ah?” Garwood responded. “I’m headed in that general direction, not to hear the old men certainly, but down to the restaurant. This business of saving the nation twice a day is exhausting. Perhaps you’d—”
“No, thank yo’,” said Dade, withdrawing herself subtly.
“I shall do myself the honor of calling upon you, Miss Dade,” Garwood said.
She looked at him. Her eyes were cold.
“Mothuh will be glad to see yo’, no doubt,” she answered, and then she bowed.
Garwood stood looking after her, watching the delicate play of the muscles of her back as she walked. Then he placed the cigarette between his lips, and started for the elevators.
“He’s grown fat!” Dade was saying to the army officer. “He’s hoh’id! Po’ little Emily!”