"Don't
bother to hang around. I'll send a note to the desk, and you can
inquire--say, in half an hour or so."
"Half an hour!" he cried in dismay. Whatever should he do with
himself, alone with these returned terrors, and with no Margaret
there to make him ashamed not to give braver battle to them.
"An hour, then."
She nodded, shook hands with a blush and a smile, not without its
gleam of appreciation of the queerness of the situation. He lifted
his hat, made a nervous, formal bow and turned away, though no car
was there. As the elevator was starting up with her he came
hurrying back.
"One moment," he said. "I quite forgot."
She joined him and they stood aside, in the shelter of a great
wrap-rack. "You can tell your grandmother--it may help to smooth
things over--that my appointment as Attorney-General will be
announced day after to-morrow."
"Oh!" exclaimed she, her eyes lighting up.
He went on to explain. "As you know, the President didn't want to
give it to me. But I succeeded in drawing him into a position
where he either had to give it to me or seem to be retiring me
because I had so vigorously attacked the big rascals he's
suspected of being privately more than half in sympathy with.
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