She was prepared to concede that the Governor was a man of many defects and a single virtue; but this single virtue impressed her as more tremendous than any combination of qualities that she had ever encountered.

She admitted that, from Benham's point of view, Vetch was probably not to be trusted; yet she felt instinctively that she could trust him.

The two men, she told herself tolerantly, were as far apart as the poles.

That the cardinal virtue Vetch possessed in abundance was the one in which Benham was inadequate had not occurred to her; for, at the moment, she could not bring herself to acknowledge that any admirable trait was absent from the man whom she intended to marry.
"You would make a splendid president, Father," Patty was insisting.
"Well, I'm inclined to think that you're right," Vetch responded whimsically, "but you'll have to convince a few others of that, I reckon, before we begin to plan for the White House.

First of all, you'll have to convince the folks that started the boom to make me Governor.