"God save the Queen! They're coming here—they're coming for you—"
The Secretary of War had nodded in recognition of Jennie, risen suddenly, and moved toward the gallery exit with his slender companion.
"Nonsense, Dick—he only bowed because he saw me staring—"
"He's bringing that mustache to meet you—"
The boy turned with a scowl toward the door of their gallery and saw the Secretary of War slowly making his way through the crowd to their seats.
"I told you so—"
Jennie blushed and smiled in friendly response to the Secretary's awkward effort at Southern politeness.
"Miss Barton, may I ask a little favor of you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Holt. Allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Welford of Virginia."