“I couldn’t eat at Waldron’s table. I’d choke,” he answered in low tones.
“I’m afraid you’re not a good politician after all,” she observed. “You are too emotional. You allow your temperament to betray you into errors of diplomacy. You should have cultivated Waldron, flattered his vanity and studied his character—”
“I know it already—”
“I thought so at first myself,” she answered thoughtfully. “The more I see of him the less I know him. He’s a puzzle—”
“He’s merely an ape of foreign snobs—that’s all.”
“You utterly misjudge him,” Virginia protested. “He has too much strength for that. His ambitions are too great.”
“Then he’s more dangerous than I have thought.”
“What do you mean?” she asked in surprise.
“Nothing that I could put into words without making myself ridiculous in your eyes perhaps, yet the idea grows on me—”
Virginia laughed.