“But you could have been nominated!”
“Yes,” he admitted; “it is probable. The conditions were chaotic.”
“Are you sure you have done right?” she asked. “It has always seemed to me from what I know and have heard of you that you were made for positions of trust. You would have been a better governor than the man they have nominated.”
His expression became set.
“I am sure I have done right,” he answered deliberately. “It doesn't make any difference who is governor this time.”
“Doesn't make any difference!” she exclaimed.
“No,” he said. “Things have changed—the people have changed. The old method of politics, which was wrong, although it had some justification in conditions, has gone out. A new and more desirable state of affairs has come. I am at liberty to say this much to you now,” he added, fixing his glance upon her, “because my father has resigned as counsel for the Northeastern, and I have just had a talk with—Mr. Flint.”
“You have seen my father?” she asked, in a low voice, and her face was averted.
“Yes,” he answered.
“You—did not agree,” she said quickly.