He
followed the man into the presence of his Excellency.
Harlan had not recovered his self-possession, and the Governor surveyed
him with some interest.
"Cares of State, young man?" he asked. "And the session still as calm as
a millpond?"
"That cur of a Spinney has just insulted me--no politics, sir, but just
plain, personal insult. Why, he went out of his way to do it!"
"You make much out of nothing if you allow that blatherskite to disturb
you," said the Governor, with mild reproof. "Pay no attention to him.
Now to my business with you! I'd like to have you dine with me this
evening. I have some serious matters to talk over with you alone--and
the executive chamber, here, is no place for a quiet talk."
Harlan hesitated a moment.
"Have you another engagement?"
"I was to dine with the Pressons."
"I am sorry to ask you to do it, my boy, but if it is merely a social
engagement, will you not beg to be excused? I assure you that my
business is such that it cannot well wait another twenty-four hours.
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