"Well."
"Do you ever look in your mirror?"
"The idea! Of course I do. I look in it every morning and every night. And as often as I find the time. Why?"
"Nothing; only, I do not blame you."
"What's all this leading to?" frowning.
"Heaven knows! But I feel sentimental this morning. There is so much beauty surrounding me that I feel impelled to voice my appreciation of it."
"There is no remedy, I suppose."
"None, save the agony of extemporization."
"I have never heard you talk like this before. What IS the matter?"
"Perhaps it is the exhilaration I feel for the coming fight. Would you like to see me mayor?"