"Even with me?" he asked quizzically, but with a deeper significance.
"I don't think he realizes how dangerous you are," she replied, avoiding the issue. "The last time I saw you, you were actually trying to throw a fat man out of your window. What a violent life you lead, Mr. Vane. I hope you haven't shot any more people—"
"I saw you," he said.
"Is that the way you spend your time in office hours,—throwing people out of the windows?"
"It was only Tom Gaylord."
"He's the man Mr. Jenney said wanted you to be a senator, isn't he?" she asked.
"You have a good memory," he answered her. "Yes. That's the reason I tried to throw him out of the window."
"Why didn't you be a senator?" she asked abruptly. "I always think of you in public life. Why waste your opportunities?"
"I'm not at all sure that was an opportunity. It was only some of Tom's nonsense. I should have had all the politicians in the district against me."
"But you aren't the kind of man who would care about the politicians, surely. If Humphrey Crewe can get elected by the people, I should think you might."