What should she do?
What COULD she do?
WHAT had she got herself into by marrying?
But he was speaking.

"My dear," he was saying in his sharp, insistent voice, that at once aroused and enfeebled the nerves, "I must talk fast, as the train comes in fifteen or twenty minutes--the train for Chicago--for Minneapolis--for Wayne--for home--OUR home." She started up from the seat, pale, quivering, her hands clinched against her bosom.
"For home," he repeated, fixing her with his resolute, green-blue eyes.
"Please, sit down." She sank to the seat.

"Do you mean--" she began, but her faltering voice could not go on.
"I've resigned from office," said he, swift and calm.

"I've told the President I'll not take the Attorney-Generalship.

I've telegraphed your people at Lenox that we're not coming.