Legislators -- Fiction; Political fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Fiction
"I think if it hadn't been for this Extra Session I should have
followed you to California," he said abruptly. "I didn't know how much
I depended for my entire happiness upon my frequent visits to your
house until I came back after the short vacation and found you gone."
"It would have been jolly to have had you in California. But you must
feel that your time has not been thrown away. Are you satisfied with
the Tariff Bill?"
"I liked it fairly well as we re-wrote it, but I don't expect to care
much about it after it comes out of conference. But there are no
politics in the Adirondacks, and when a weary Senator is looking at a
woman in a pale green muslin--"
"You look anything but weary. I expect you will tramp over half the
Adirondacks before you go back. And I am sure you will eat one of those
beefsteaks. Come, they are ready."
But although she managed to seat him between Sally Carter and an
extremely pretty girl, he was at her side again the moment the gay
party began to split into couples.
"Will you come for a walk?" he asked. "I do want to roam about on the
old trails the Indians made, and to get away from these hideous emblems
of modern civilization--sailor hats. Thank heaven you don't wear a
sailor hat."
Betty shot a peremptory glance at Sally Carter, who nodded and started
to follow with a small dark attache who had pursued herself and her
million for five determined years. He was titled if not noble, a clever
operator of a small brain, and a high-priest of teas. He knew the
personnel of Washington Society so thoroughly that he never had been
known to waste a solitary moment on a portion-less girl, and he had
successfully cultivated every art that could commend him to the
imperious favourites of fortune. Betty Madison had disposed of him in
short order, but Miss Carter, although she refused him periodically,
allowed him to hang on, for he amused her and read her favourite
authors. They had not walked far when he seized the picturesque
opportunity to press his suit, and Miss Carter, while scolding him
soundly, forgot the rapid walkers in front.
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