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Having begun shaking hands he kept on with enthusiasm: the colonel, Miss Amabel and Lydia had to respond to an almost fervid greeting. Only Choate proved immune. He had vouchsafed a cool: "How are you, Weedie?" when Moore began, and that seemed all Moore was likely to expect. Then they all sat down and there was, Lydia decided, as she glanced from one to another, no more pleasure in it.
Jeff inquired, looking down on Weedie with something of the feeling once popularly supposed to be the desert of toads before that warty personality had been advertised as beneficent to gardens. "I don't know what it is," said Moore, almost weeping. "But it's some damned trick, and I'll be even with them." "If they elect you " Jeff began coldly.
"As a lawyer," said Weedie, "I told her about writing in names. I told her about stickers " "What did she want to know for?" Jeff asked. He, too, was roused to sudden startled interest. "You know as much as I do. She was interested in my election, said she was speaking for me, wanted to know how we managed to crowd in an extra name not on the ballot. Had heard of that. It worried her, she said.
"Jeff," said she, "you must let me say how glad I am you and Weedon are really seeing things from the same point of view." "Don't make any mistake about that," said Jeff. "He's trying to bust Addington, and Tin trying to save it. And to do that I've got to bust Weedie himself."
Andrea's throat hurt him now, he said. He had been forbidden to interpret any more. Weedie mourned the defection of Andrea. It had, he felt, made a difference, not only in the size but the responsiveness of his audiences. Sometimes he even felt they came to be amused, or to lull his possible suspicion of having lost their old allegiance. But they came.
If I'm to let your Weedie alone, can't you keep your hands off poor old Madame Beattie?" Miss Amabel turned upon him a look where just reproof struggled with wounded pride. "Jeffrey, I didn't think you'd be insincere with me." "Hang it, Amabel, I'm not. You're one of the few unbroken idols I've got. Sterling down to the toes. Didn't you know it?"
"If only you and Weedon would talk it over," she ventured, "and combine your forces. You're both so clever, Jeff." "Combine with Weedie? Not on your life. Why, I'm Weedie's antidote. He preaches riot and sedition, and I'm the dose taken as soon as you can get it down."
And all this came out of seeing Alston Choate, who thought he was a free man, hobbled by Esther's web. Jeffrey got up and Alston looked at him in some concern, he was so queer, flushed, laughing a little, and with a wandering eye. At the door he stopped. "About Weedie," he said. "We shall have to do something to Weedie. Something radical. He's not going to be mayor of Addington.
"Weedie's own henchman won't go back on her," he exclaimed, in an incredulous pleasure. "Now what spell has that extraordinary old woman over the south of Europe?" "South of Europe?" "Why, yes, the population you've got here. It's south of Europe chiefly, isn't it? eastern Europe? the part Weedie hasn't turned into ward politicians yet. Who is Andrea?
If the majority of the people want a demagogue to rule over them, they've a perfect right to go to the devil their own way." "But where's he get his infernal influence? Weedie Moore!" "He gets it by telling every man what the man wants to hear. He gets hold of the ignorant alien, and tells him he is a king in his own right.
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