“I wish to see the Governor.”
“You have no appointment?”
“None. I drove from Gibeon on a matter of grave importance—almost of life and death to our town. I must see him.”
“A pardon case?” he asked.
“No.”
“If you will state your business, I will see what can be done. The Governor is very busy, of course, and cannot see everyone.”
“My business is private. I can tell it only to the Governor himself—and I must see him.... I must see him.”
His face was not unfriendly as he regarded her for an instant. “The Governor is not here. He has gone. However, if you will come back at—say—ten o’clock to-morrow, I will see that you get a minute with him.”
“I must see him now—to-night. To-morrow will not do.”
“I’m very sorry, but you can’t possibly see him. He is giving a dinner in the Executive Mansion, and a ball this evening. You can see for yourself.... He could not be disturbed. There are important guests. Our Senator is here.”