"I think so, of course. But you mustn't judge, you know, by what my thoughts happen to be."
"I'm not judging. I hate politics. I always have. I want to get as far away from them as I can."
He looked at her intently. "And where would you like to go?"
"Into the movies." Her eyes sparkled at the thought. "At least I wanted to go into the movies until I saw Mrs. Page this afternoon."
"Mrs. Kent Page?" he asked in astonishment. "My Cousin Corinna?"
"Yes, in the old print shop. Isn't she adorable?"
He smiled at her fervour. "I have always found her so. But what has she to do with your change of ambition?"
"Oh, nothing, except that she is lovelier than any actress I ever saw."
They had reached the house, and while they ascended the steps, the sound of the Governor's voice, raised in vehement protest, floated to them through the half-open door.
"He must be talking to Julius Gershom," whispered Patty. "It is always like that."