I tell you I know politics from the bottom up, and there ain't no room in 'em for the man--I don't give a darn who he is--that don't stand by his friends.

If he's the President of the United States, he'll find that he can't afford not to stand by the people who put him there!" So this was the trouble! He had let out his grievance at last, and from the smouldering resentment in his eyes, she understood that some real or imaginary injustice had put him, for the moment at least, in an ugly temper.

If he had not met her when he left the house, if he had waited to grow cool, to reflect, he would probably never have taken her into his confidence.

Chance again, she thought, not without bitterness.

How much of the happiness or unhappiness of life depended upon chance! "I don't believe it," she returned emphatically.