'Political foes.
Private friends.'" Silas turned again and looked into the young man's eyes.

"But father and son, Paul." "All the more honourable.

There'll be no mud-throwing.

The cleanest election of the century." The elder man again covered his face with both hands, and his black and white streaked hair fell over his fingers and the great diamond in his ring flashed oddly, and he rocked his head for a while to and fro.
"I had a call," he wailed.

"I had a call.