"For heaven's sake, Jennie," the boy cried at last, "who is that villain in the Diplomatic gallery?"
"Where?"
"In the corner there on the right."
"Oh, that's the Sardinian Minister—King Victor Emmanuel's new drummer of trade for Genoa. He's getting ahead of the French, too."
"No—no, I don't mean that little rat. I mean the big fellow with the heavy jaw and a face like a rattlesnake. He's trying to charm you too."
Jennie laughed.
"Silly! That's the new Secretary of War, Joseph Holt."
"A scoundrel, if God ever made one—"
"Because he looks at me?"
"No—that shows his good taste. It's the way he looks at you and moves his crooked mouth and the way he bends his big flat head forward."