Dr. Mossy touched his fingers to his forehead, trying to remember.
"I fear I have—ah! I rejoice to see your name before the public, dear papa, and at the head of the ticket."
The General's displeasure sank down like an eagle's feathers. He smiled thankfully, and bowed.
"My friends compelled me," he said.
"They think you will be elected?"
"They will not doubt it. But what think you, my son?"
Now the son had a conviction which it would have been madness to express, so he only said:
"They could not elect one more faithful."
The General bowed solemnly.
"Perhaps the people will think so; my friends believe they will."