Still I would not accept my dismissal, but went on stubbornly: "But may I not see your father and have my chance again? I _can not_ let it go this way. It is the ruin of my life." But now she was advancing, dropping down a step at a time, and her face was turned straight ahead. The pink of her gown was matched by the pink of her cheeks. I saw the little working of the white throat wherein some sobs seemed stifling. And so she went away and left me. CHAPTER XXIII SUCCESS IN SILK As things are, I think women are generally better creatures than men.--_S.T. Coleridge_. It was a part of my duties, when in Washington, to assist my chief in his personal and official correspondence, which necessarily was very heavy. This work we customarily began about nine of the morning. On the following day I was on hand earlier than usual. I was done with Washington now, done with everything, eager only to be off on the far trails once more. But I almost forgot my own griefs when I saw my chief. When I found him, already astir in his office, his face was strangely wan and thin, his hands bloodless. Over him hung an air of utter weariness; yet, shame to my own despair, energy showed in all his actions. Resolution was written on his face. He greeted me with a smile which strangely lighted his grim face. "We have good news of some kind this morning, sir?" I inquired. In answer, he motioned me to a document which lay open upon his table. It was familiar enough to me. I glanced at the bottom. There were _two_ signatures! "Texas agrees!" I exclaimed. "_The Doña Lucrezia has won Van Zandt's signature!_" I looked at him. His own eyes were swimming wet! This, then, was that man of whom it is only remembered that he was a pro-slavery champion. "It will be a great country," said he at last. "This once done, I shall feel that, after all, I have not lived wholly in vain." "But the difficulties! Suppose Van Zandt proves traitorous to us?" "He dare not. Texas may know that he bargained with England, but he dare not traffic with Mexico and let _that_ be known. He would not live a day." "But perhaps the Doña Lucrezia herself might some time prove fickle." "_She_ dare not! She never will. She will enjoy in secret her revenge on perfidious Albion, which is to say, perfidious Pakenham. Her nature is absolutely different from that of the Baroness von Ritz. The Doña Lucrezia dreams of the torch of love, not the torch of principle!" "The public might not approve, Mr. Calhoun; but at least there _were_ advantages in this sort of aids!" "We are obliged to find such help as we can. The public is not always able to tell which was plot and which counterplot in the accomplishment of some intricate things. The result excuses all. It was written that Texas should come to this country. Now for Oregon! It grows, this idea of democracy!" "At least, sir, you will have done your part. Only now--" "Only what, then?"