“For goodness’ sake, speak!” cried Fanny.
Guy’s mouth twitched. “I guess it’s all over, Mr. Briggs.”
“How much majority in the Nineteenth?” Briggs asked.
“Over three hundred against us.”
Briggs drew a long breath. “I’m snowed under, buried! This is the last of me! Oh, well!”
Fanny burst out crying. “I think it’s a shame, and the awful things you see in Washington who go to Congress year after year, till they’re ready to drop!” She started to leave the room. Guy started in pursuit with the hope of comforting her. At the door she met Farley, entering.
“Hello, what’s the matter, Miss Fanny?” he asked.
“Oh, go and find out!” cried Fanny, dashing into the hall and up the stairs, leaving Guy disconsolate in the hall.
“Come in, Farley,” said Briggs.
“You’ve heard the news, then?” Farley asked.