"And how many times have I told you the only way for me
to live through the banquets I have to attend is to keep to this sort
of thing when I am alone?"
Jonas did not reply. Enoch's simple lunches never ceased to trouble
him.
"Where do I go to-night, Jonas?"
"The British Ambassador's, Mr. Secretary."
Enoch finished his lunch rapidly and had just lighted the first of the
cigars when Abbott appeared.
"There's a woman out here from the Sunday Times, Mr. Secretary. She
wants to interview you on your ideas on marriage. She has a letter
from Senator Brownlee or I wouldn't have disturbed you. She looks as
if she could make trouble, if she wanted to."
"Tell her I'm sorry, but that I have no ideas about marriage and that
Jonas is as near a wife as I care to get. He henpecks me enough, don't
you, Jonas, old man! Abbott, just remember, once for all, I won't see
the women."
"Very well," replied Abbott. "Will you dictate a few moments on your
report to the President on the Pension controversy?"
"Yes!" Enoch pulled a handful of notes out of his pocket and began to
dictate clearly and rapidly. For ten minutes his voice rose steadily
above the raucous uproar that floated in at the window. Then the
telephone rang.
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