“It’s pretty hard work sometimes. But I remember you perfectly.”
“That’s very flattering, I’m sure.” Miss Wing sank into the seat Briggs had placed for her. “Well, Congressman, I’ve come on a disagreeable errand.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Briggs, with a smile.
“But with the best intentions in the world,” Miss Wing hastened to explain.
“That makes it all right, then.”
“It’s about—Well, I suppose I might come to the point at once. It’s connected with the Transcontinental Railway.”
“M’m! Aren’t your readers tired of hearing about that?”
Miss Wing shook her head. “Not when there are new and exciting developments,” she said, insinuatingly.
“Such as what?”
Miss Wing waited for a moment. “Well, thus far the papers have spared Mrs. Briggs.”