"I'm getting to be as leaky as Josh Craig is--as he SEEMS to be," he muttered, so low, however, that not even her sharp ears caught it.
"So it is to be Attorney-General Craig," said the old lady, apparently abstracted but in reality catlike in watchfulness, and noting with secret pleasure Branch's anger at this explicit statement of the triumph of his hated rival.
"Isn't it frightful ?" said Branch.

"What is the country coming to ?" But she had lost interest in the conversation.

She rid herself of Branch as speedily as the circumstances permitted.

She wished to be alone, to revolve the situation slowly from the new viewpoint which Branch, half-unconsciously and wholly reluctantly, had opened up.

She had lived a long time, had occupied a front bench overlooking one of the world's chief arenas of action.