"I accept the offer," said Harley.
The President-elect turned away, faded into the darkness of his own house, and another figure took his place. A small, warm hand slipped into Harley's, and he held it fast.
"What was he saying to you?" asked Sylvia.
"He was asking me to be his secretary."
"And your reply?"
"I hesitated and asked for a bribe."
"Oh, John!"
"I said that if, one month from to-day and with the assistance of a minister, he would give you to me forever, I would take the place."
"What did he say then?"
"He said the price was high, but I could have it. And we shall all be together again for four years more, and perhaps eight."