You are a part of this variable uncertain quantity called democracy, which some of us old-fashioned folk look upon as a boomerang." "Yes, I am a part of it," he answered slowly.

"I see it as it is, I think.

It is pure buncombe, of course, to say that it hasn't its ugly side; but I believe, if I have a chance, that I can make something of it." He paused a moment while he hesitated over the silver beside his plate; but there was no uncertainty in his voice when he went on again, after deliberately picking up the fork he preferred.

It was a little thing to remember a man by--the merest trifle--but she never forgot it.
Only a big man could be as natural as that, she reflected.

"I reasoned it all out before I went into politics," he was saying.