“That would have been foolish. No judge would have granted it.”
“And why not?” said the governor sternly. “Were not all of you engaged in 'peaceful picketing'? Why should not the working man have the same right to persuade his fellows that you exerted to influence me?”
Mr. Acton had not exhausted his argument: “But the probable destruction of property and possible loss of life?”
“Matters fully covered by law,” the Governor replied. “They are under the jurisdiction of the police, the sheriff, and, if need be, the militia.”
Mr. Acton, despite the argument advanced, “was of the same opinion still.”
Quincy rang for the messenger, who appeared.
“I am going now. Does any one wish to see me?”
“There's a young lady outside. She's been waiting some time.”
Quincy looked at his watch. It was quarter past two.
“Admit her, at once.”