"It's a chance I'm going to take! I can love," she went on wistfully,
"yes," and then blushing, added very tenderly: "I am laying my soul bare
to you, William Murgatroyd, because I believe somehow that you have a
right to see it. Again I repeat: Look at Mr. Thorne!--a prospective
United States senator!"
"You admire him?"
"He succeeds."
"Do you know why it may be possible for him to get the nomination for
senator? Have you any idea, young woman, what it costs in this State to
be chosen senator?"
"Does it cost anything?" was her naive rejoinder.
"Just about three-quarters of a million to swing the thing! Thorne has
money and backing and----"
"And you have neither," she finished for him.
"Precisely."
"Why not emulate Mr. Thorne and get both? To be a United States senator
is one of the few great real successes possible of achievement in this
country."
"His methods are not mine," pleaded the prosecutor, falling back upon
his platform.
"Exactly. He secures support; you, opposition."
"Would you have me adopt his methods?"
"I would have you secure his results," she declared firmly.