"But I did. Eliot Beekman is the lucky man, Peter."
"How do you know?"
"You may think you know men, but, at any rate, you don't know women, Peter. I merely watched her face."
"So did I," spluttered Wilkinson, "but I didn't...."
"Peter, you asked me the name of my candidate for governor," said Morehead himself in a manner that suggested that he was quite ready to get down to business.
"Well?"
"His name is Eliot Beekman."
Peter V. Wilkinson looked his surprise.
"And why Beekman?"
"One reason is because he's going to marry your daughter. I was satisfied of that, even before I heard this interview. But there are other reasons: he's a partisan; he's taken sides with you; the boy believes in you; and as long as your daughter sticks to him he's bound to believe in you, and he'll stick to you, too. Now, Peter, do you see why I've picked him for governor, and why I want your backing?"