In that evening's long intimacy—how long or how intimate neither realized till afterward—the man bared his financial necessity.
"God knows why I blab this," he ended. "I've told nobody else the whole truth, not even Bowers."
She lagged short of his meaning at first.
"But you'll have plenty in time," she said. "There will be your congressional salary and all the new opportunities."
"Without money I may never draw that salary."
"You don't mean you'll fail! You don't mean that, Ross?"
He bowed gravely.
"But it's impossible. Why, everybody will vote for you—almost everybody. Joe alone will give you two hundred votes."
"It will require more than Little Poland's good-will to elect me," he smiled grimly.
"You must buy votes?"