"I don't think he would," said Kitty, calmly. "He is so generous."
The color rushed to Cliffe's face.
"Well scored! I wish I had a wife to play these strokes for me. I shall argue that a keen politician has no right to be generous. He is at war."
Kitty took no notice. She leaned her little chin on her hand, and her eyes perused the face of her companion.
"Where have you been—all the time—before America?"
"In the deserts—fighting devils," said Cliffe, after a moment.
"What does that mean?" she asked, wondering.
"Read my new book. That will tell you about the deserts."
"And the devils?"
"Ah, I keep them to myself."