“Do you know what that speech has made me make up my mind to do? I’m going to run for the Senate, and make speeches like that myself.”
Patience merely stared at him. She wondered if he were really something more than a fool; if there was a sort of post-graduate course.
“What makes you look at me like that? Don’t you think I can?”
“Well—” She hardly knew what to say.
“Well! Is that the way you encourage a fellow? You are a nice wife. Here my father has been at me all my life to do something, and just as soon as I make up my mind, my wife laughs at me.”
“I didn’t laugh at you.”
“Well, it’s all the same. If I never do anything, it’ll be your fault.”
“Go to the Senate just as fast as ever you can get there. And you might as well spend the rest of the day studying Webster; but suppose you read to yourself for a while: my throat is tired.”
“I don’t like to read to myself.”
“Well, anyhow, I hear Lawson coming. Luncheon is ready.”