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Costell had only to look at a plant, and it breaks out blossoming," Peter replied. "What a nice speech," said Leonore. "It's on a nice subject," Peter told her. "When you have that, it's very easy to make a nice speech." "I want to meet Mrs. Costell. I've heard all about her." The second point of interest concerned the contents of what had evidently been planned as an umbrella-stand.
"It took me longer than I thought, for Maguire was there." "Indeed!" said Costell, making room for Peter on the window-ledge. Peter re-lit his cigar, "Maguire promises me that Porter shall be nominated by one of his friends." "He had been trying Kennedy?" "I didn't ask." Costell smiled. "I had no business to ask you that?" "No," Peter said frankly. Both puffed their cigars for a time in silence.
"The appointments have destroyed any chance of possible benefit," was their general conclusion, and Peter feared they were right. Costell laughed when Peter spoke of the commissions. "If you want Catlin to do anything well, you've got to stand over him till it's done.
"Well," said Peter, "I'll take the nomination if necessary, but keep it back for a time, till we see if something better can't be hit upon." "No danger," said Number One, holding out his hand, gleefully. "There's more ways of killing a pig than choking it with butter," said Number Three, laughing and doing the same. "It's a pity Costell isn't here," added the previous questioner.
Costell: "I'll get the seed of that mottled gillyflower from my mother as soon as possible. Perhaps you'll let me bring it up myself?" "Do," she said. "Come again, whether you get the seed or not." After they had started, Mr. Costell said: "I'm glad you asked that. Mrs. Costell doesn't take kindly to many of the men who are in politics with me, but she liked you, I could see."
"I like a cigar, but it must be a good one, and that kind I can't afford." He lit the cigar, and leaned back to luxuriate in it. "You'll like that, I'm sure. Pretty sight, isn't it?" Costell pointed to the broad veranda, three stories below them, gay with brilliant dresses. "Yes. It's my first visit here, so it's new to me." "It won't be your last. You'll be attending other conventions than this."
They say it's his ability to hold his tongue which made Costell trust him and push him, and that that was the reason he was chosen to fill Costells place." "I don't fill his place," said Peter. "No one can do that. I merely succeeded him. And Miss D'Alloi will tell you that the papers calling me 'Taciturnity Junior' is a libel. Am I not a talker, Miss D'Alloi?"
Then his face grew very firm, and he read a frivolous book entitled: "Neun atiologische und prophylactische Satze ... uber die Choleræpidemien in Ostindien," till nearly one o'clock. The following day was Sunday. Peter went to church, and in the afternoon rode out to Westchester to pass the evening there with Mrs. Costell. Peter thought his balance was quite recovered.
Costell told me to take your advice. You really think I had better?" "Yes." The Governor evidently found something solacing in the firm voice in which Peter spoke his "yes." He drew two papers towards him. "You really think I had better?" "Yes." The Governor dipped his pen in the ink, but hesitated. "The amendments haven't hurt them?" he queried. "Not much." "But they have been hurt?"
He spent four days with the Costells, as well as two afternoons later, thoroughly enjoying, not merely the long, silent drives over the country behind the fast horses, but the pottering round the flower-garden with Mrs. Costell. He had been reading up a little on flowers and gardening, and he was glad to swap his theoretical for her practical knowledge.
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