If, meanwhile, she had another suitor, and one of distinguished
family, the affair would wear a better look. It cannot be denied
that the name of Darwin K. Anthony rang musically in his ears.
"The boy has the right stuff in him," Edith went on. "He began at
the bottom, only a few months ago, preferring to work his way up,
though he was offered a first-rate position to begin with."
She would have said more, but just at that moment her husband
entered. "You were saying that Alfarez suspects," said Cortlandt,
addressing Garavel. "Has he said anything?"
"Not to me, as yet, but he surely must know; the rumors must have
reached him. He is cold--and Ramon acts queerly. I feel guilty--
almost as if I had betrayed a friend."
"Nonsense! There is no room for fine scruples in politics. We
mustn't be in too great a hurry, though. Things are going
smoothly, and when the time comes you will be called for. But it
must be the voice of the people calling. Bocas, Chiriqui, Colon--
they must all demand Garavel." Cortlandt sighed. "I shall be very
glad when it is over." He looked more pale, more bloodless, more
world-weary than ever.
"You need have no fear that it will cause serious trouble between
you and the General," Mrs. Cortlandt assured Garavel.
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