Murgatroyd cast an appealing glance at the other.
"But—you want to, don't you?"
"Indeed I do not!" returned Broderick, indignantly.
Murgatroyd rose to his feet, saying, as though speaking to a spoiled child:—
"I don't like to see that spirit; it looks as though you were opposed to me."
"Have I ever been anythin' else?" returned Broderick. "Will I ever be anythin' else?"
Murgatroyd continued to reprove him.
"I prefer to see a man do with a good grace that which he has to do."
"And who has got to do?" queried Broderick, also rising.
"I have just told you," went on Murgatroyd, looking him full in the face, "that you've got to put me in the Senate."