"Not another word of politics," he said. "I did not get up at four in the morning to meet the most charming woman in America and talk politics. Do you know that it is over three months since I saw you last?"
"You left Washington, so, naturally, I left it too."
"I wonder, how much you mean? If I were to judge you by myself—Your few notes were very interesting. Did you enjoy California?"
"California was made to enjoy, but I felt very much alone in it."
"Of course you did. Nature is a wicked old matchmaker. You have felt quite as lonely up here since your return."
"Yes, I have! But I have had a good deal to occupy my mind. Sally terrified me by asserting that Harriet and my cousin Jack Emory were in love with each other."
"Who is Harriet?"
"Oh, you have forgotten! And you made me take her into the bosom of my family."
"Oh—yes; I had forgotten her name. I hope she is not making trouble for you."
"She admitted that she loves him, but insists that he does not love her, and I don't think he does."