"I am sorry, so sorry this should have occurred, Mr. Haines," Carolina said gently.
The secretary looked up slowly, his face drawn. It was an effort for him to speak.
"I can't understand it," he said. "I mightn't have thought so much of this a month ago, but I have come to love the Senator almost as a son, and to think that he could be like the rest of that bunch is awful."
"You are too much of an idealist, Mr. Haines," said the girl.
"And you? What do you think of it?" he demanded.
The girl's glance wavered.
"Don't idealize me too much, either, Mr. Haines. I didn't think it was much. Perhaps I don't understand business any too well."
"But you see now?" insisted the man.
The girl looked up at him sorrowfully.
"Yes; I see at least that you and father can never work together now."