Let us forget all this rubbish." He stood before her--waiting patiently, his mouth close set, his manner dogged with purpose.
"It is not rubbish," he said.

"It is true that I shall be Prime Minister.

It is true also that you will be my wife." She shrank back from him--uneasily.

The fire in his eyes, the ring in his tone distressed her.
"As for my politics, you do not understand them.

But you shall! I will convert you to my way of thinking.