“It’s worth while, isn’t it?”
“Decidedly. It makes my regret all the more keen that you will not accompany me on my tour of the state—”
“You go soon?” he asked.
“I leave Monday morning for a month. It has been one of my dreams since we met that I’d win you—and we’d make a sort of triumphal tour together—”
“You’re joking,” he answered lightly.
“I know now that it is not to be, of course,” she said seriously.
He hadn’t thought of her being on such a fool trip. Waldron no doubt as her campaign financier would meet her at many points. The thought set the blood pounding from his heart.
“Shall we sit down a moment?” he suggested.
“By all means if I can persuade you,” she consented.
Behind a rich fir on the lawn stood a massive marble seat. They strolled to the spot and sat down. Hours of debate they had held here and neither had yielded an inch. A circular trellis of roses hid the house from view and sheltered the seat from the gaze of people who might be crossing the open space. The hedge along the turnpike completely hid them from the highway.