For two weeks, three weeks now, my movements will be very uncertain.

I am at the beck and call of the State Committee.

At any other time I would try change of scene, but she will neither consent to leave home without me nor to interrupt my plans in order that I may accompany her." "Miss Davies has not told me your name," I made bold to interpolate.
He stared, shook himself together, and quietly, remarked: "I am Henry Packard." The city's mayor! and not only that, the running candidate for governor.
I knew him well by name, even if I did not know, or rather had not recognized his face.
"I beg pardon," I somewhat tremulously began, but he waved the coming apology aside as easily, as he had my first attempt at ingratiation.
In fact, he appeared to be impatient of every unnecessary word.

This I could, in a dim sort of way, understand.

He was at the crisis of his fate, and so was his party.