“I shall play for you no more, then. Your ideas are worth too much. Lucas told me this morning, as we drove out from town, that Judge Jessup expects you to be ‘Pres’dent United States, yessuh.’”
Daniel reddened.
“I wish the judge wouldn’t make me appear such a fool. He’s always talking; he’s like your old Samuel Johnson.”
“I think he knows what he’s talking about, Dan,” she replied gently, her serious eyes on his thin face. “You’re working too hard; ambition’s eating you up. Why, Dan, how thin you’ve grown!”
He smiled.
“I know it. The judge asked me, not long ago, if I had the pip.”
They both laughed this time.
“Daniel,” said Virginia irrelevantly, “I heard you were going into politics. Mr. Payson told me that you were standing for nomination for the Legislature.”
He nodded, regarding her thoughtfully.
“It seems strange, Dan,” she observed after a moment. “I never thought you cared for that sort of thing.”