“With pleasure!” he broke in.
“And we’ll have a chat in the library. I’m free to confess, Mr. Congressman, that we would like very much to come to an understanding with you.”
“And I’m going to confess, Miss Holland, that I’m very much ashamed of myself that I haven’t made an effort to understand you.”
“Well, you know what the old preacher down South always shouted in the revivals?”
“No—what?”
“As long as the lamp holds out to burn the vilest sinner may return!”
“Good. We’ll hope that my repentance is not too late—”
“My only fear is, to tell you the truth—that it’s a little too sudden—”
“But it’s genuine!” he cried. “You’ll have to admit that!”
He looked in vain for his father and Marya.