"I have already told you, I think," answered Allingham, with a slight sense of reserve, "that you can depend upon me." "Yes, I know," said the Mayor; "I am proving it by now offering you the position of street commissioner. Will you take it?" Allingham was distinctly taken by surprise. He had not expected--had he deserved?--a prominent place in the city government. He was not sure that he wanted it. "Perhaps you would like a day to consider the proposition," she went on, divining his hesitation. "And won't you talk with Mr. Armstrong about it? He knows as well as anybody what the work of the street department is going to involve. Can you think this over and let me know tomorrow?" "I thank you for the honor you do me, anyway," answered he, rising to go, "and I will talk with Mr. Armstrong as you suggest. Of course you know, Miss Van Deusen, we all want to uphold your work, now." "Yes, yes, I believe so," she returned seriously. "And, Mr. Allingham, it is because I want some thorough work done in the street department--by a fearless, trustworthy official, that I sent for you." "Thank you," said Allingham--and went down stairs in a tumult. Had he a right to such treatment? Had he not done everything in his power to prevent her election? Had he not used pen and tongue in all bitterness against her? And here she was, offering him one of the "plums" of the municipal pudding, just as if he had been her devoted henchman. But stay,--was she doing this to win him over, to make him come out before the public as her supporter? What would people say? No. He would go over to his office and write a letter, declining the offer. A very polite letter it should be, acknowledging her distinguished kindness in offering him so responsible a post on her corps of working officials; but his private affairs--his law practice, the work of the Municipal League, his health, all combined to make it impossible for him to accept a position which would entail so great an obligation to the city--and to her. Yes, to her! That was it, he knew. And yet--to her? Why not? How capable and strong and self-reliant she had looked that morning in the mayor's chair. How different from any other women he had ever seen! What must she have been made of--this woman who had been the social equal of the best people in Washington, that she could lay aside for the moment all social preferences, all refined and educated tastes, to become mayor of such a city as Roma?--to sit there in the temple of the money-changers and try to wrestle with its problems. Bah! he had no taste for such modern women, or for such-- But he had promised to do everything he could to help her,--and to see Armstrong. Pshaw! He would go back and have it out with Bailey. He turned and climbed the stairs to the city solicitor's office. Armstrong welcomed him with a cordial bluffing way the two always used towards each other.