Richard could not avoid a feeling of distrustful contempt for himself when he discovered that he ate like a hod-carrier.

It seemed treason to Dorothy to harbor so rude an appetite.
While Richard had laid aside those _Daily Tory_ letters for a week, he would still call on Senator Hanway at eleven.

He considered what an exquisite thrill would go over him as he sat gazing on Dorothy--that new and beautiful possession of his heart! Rather to Richard's dismay, Dorothy was not with them that morning in Senator Hanway's study.

Had her love of politics gone cooling?
Senator Hanway was there, however, and uppermost in his mind was something that would again require countenance of the Anaconda Airline.
It was the subtile policy of Senator Hanway, in his move towards a Presidency, to seem to be standing still.

His attitude was feminine; the nomination must abduct him; he must be dragged to the altar and wedded into the White House by force.