Harlan followed him closely, and the Duke was at their
heels. Every man in the hall saw the little group. It seemed eminently
fit that Thelismer Thornton should escort General Waymouth. But the Duke
did not realize that the General was shrewdly using that opportunity of
displaying Thornton, the elder, in his retinue. The accident fitted with
some plans of his own.
Spurred by the excitement of that tumultuous moment, Harlan could not
restrain a bit of a boast.
"How do you like the sound of that, grandfather?" he flung over his
shoulder.
"There's no politics in that, you young fool. A hoorah isn't a
nomination."
But he could not hide from himself the plain fact that Varden Waymouth
was a tremendously strong figure in State affairs.
There was sincerity behind that outburst. Eyes glistened. Faces glowed
with admiration and respect. The Duke wondered bitterly how much of that
extraordinary tribute was inspired by the publicity work for which the
State Committee had spent its good money.
The General led the way in at the side door that admitted to the stage.
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