She could see. The Governor’s day’s work was ended. His social day—an important social day—was beginning, and in such circumstances it would be impossible to penetrate to him.... She twisted her hands together and bit her lip.... By this time Abner Fownes’s train would be arriving in the city. He, doubtless, would have access to the Governor at any time. Possibly he was to be a guest at the function.... If he were, if he found the Governor’s ear, her mission would come to nothing.
“Is there no way—no way?” she asked.
“None, I am afraid.... But at ten to-morrow....”
“Thank you,” she said, heavily. Then, “Is it a large party?”
“Not a public function. Not small, but very exclusive. Our senior Senator, you know, is very important socially.”
“I see,” said Carmel. “Thank you again.” She found herself again in the outer office, and then in the corridor, making her way toward the stairs. Near the door she saw again her guide, close to the copper receptacle which seemed to have won his affection.
“See him?” he asked.
“No.”
“Didn’t calc’late ye would,” he said. “Seen him go home an hour ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”