Miss Abbeway has proved to me quite conclusively that as a democratic leader I have missed my vocation." She looked at him reproachfully.

Nevertheless, his words seemed to have brought back to her mind the thrill of their brief but stimulating conversation.

A flash of genuine earnestness transformed her face, just as a gleam of wintry sunshine, which had found its way in through the open window, seemed to discover threads of gold in her tightly braided and luxuriant brown hair.

Her eyes filled with an almost inspired light: "Mr.Stenson is scarcely fair to me," she complained.

"I did not presume to criticise his statesmanship, only there are some things here which seem pitiful.