“The great panic,” said Peter, “has led to the formation of a so-called Labor party, and, from present indications, they are going to nominate a bad man. Now, there is a great attempt on foot to get the Democratic convention to endorse whomever the Labor party nominates.”
“Who will that be?’”
“A Stephen Maguire.”
“And you don’t want him?”
“No. I have never crossed his path without finding him engaged in something discreditable. But he’s truckled himself into a kind of popularity and power, and, having always been ‘a Democrat,’ he hopes to get the party to endorse him.”
“Can’t you order the convention not to do it?”
Peter smiled down into the eyes. “We don’t order men in this country with any success.”
“But can’t you prevent them?”
“I hope so. But it looks now as if I should have to do it in a way very disagreeable to myself.”
“How?”