"He's afraid of me.

If I manage him well he'll do whatever I wish.

I can make him realize he has no right to deprive myself and him of the advantages of my station." "Um--um," said the old lady, half to herself.

"Yes--yes--perhaps.
Um--um--" "He will be much more content once he's settled in the new line.
Politics as an end is silly--what becomes of the men who stick to it?
But politics as a means is sensible, and Joshua has got out of it about all he can get--about all he needs." "He hopes to be President." "So do thousands of other men.

And even if he should get it how would we live--how would _I_ live--while we were waiting--and after it was over?
I detest politics--all those vulgar people." Margaret made a disdainful mouth.