But it was she.
"I was talking with Jeanne this very morning," she said.

"She was telling me some story that you have been unfortunate--that there have been--that is to say--political changes--" He nodded, "Yes.

Perhaps you know I have lost my place with my people here?
I am done for, politically." He continued, smiling; "Just to show you the extent of my downfall, I have heard that they are intending to tar and feather me to-night,--perhaps to give me a ride upon a rail! That is the form of entertainment which in the West hitherto has generally been reserved for horse-thieves, unwelcome revivalists, and that sort of thing.

Not that it terrifies me.

The meeting is going to be held!" "Then it is true that you are to speak here to-night--and to uphold doctrines precisely the reverse of what--" "Yes, that is true." He spoke very quietly.
"I had not thought that possible," she said gently.
"Of course," she added, "I have been in entire ignorance of alt matters out here for a year past.