“You can’t judge,” he argued, with his teasing laugh, “your coat is of another color.”
“Well, at least it isn’t Joseph’s!” she exclaimed vexed.
“You think I can’t be trusted?” He pursued the subject with a boyish enjoyment of her red cheek and kindling eye.
“I didn’t mean that—of course party men can be honest, but I don’t call it the highest honesty to vote against your own convictions for any party.”
“Yet that is what I did on a bill the other day,” mused Fox, “because the party opposed it.”
“Was it a good bill?”
“Excellent.”
“And you voted against it when you believed in it?” indignantly.
“I’m the guilty creature,” he replied, laughter in his eyes but his face sober.
Rose bit her lip.