He stared at her again.
"I know," she nodded, "I am a different girl from the one you married. I'm sorry, but it can't be helped."
"If you're happy, you aren't thinking of—you're not wanting to die?"
"Not until you're governor, anyway."
"You always say that, Barbara. It terrifies me. You mean that if I win, you still may——"
She rose and faced him.
"Not to-night. I'll tell you my plans the night you are elected. Come along now, and eat of the sacred codfish."
"You are a little glad to see me?" he asked her.