"You're sure of that?" she asked after a moment.
"Of George Fleetwood? And poor Grace thinks you are deep in my
counsels! I am as sure of re-appointing Fleetwood as I am that I
have just been re-elected myself. I've never made any secret of the
fact that if they wanted me back they must have him, too."
"You are tremendously generous!" she murmured.
"Generous? What a strange word to use! Fleetwood is my trump
card--the one man I can count on to carry out my ideas through thick
and thin."
She mused on this, smiling a little. "That's why I call you
generous--when I remember how you disliked him two years ago!"
"What of that? I was prejudiced against him, I own; or rather, I had
a just distrust of a man with such a past. But how splendidly he's
wiped it out! What a record he has written on the new leaf he
promised to turn over if I gave him the chance! Do you know," the
Governor interrupted himself with a pleasantly reminiscent laugh, "I
was rather annoyed with Grace when she hinted that you had promised
to back up Ashford--I told her you didn't aspire to distribute
patronage.
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