Chapter Twelve
WHAT IS IT TO BE HONEST IN POLITICS AND TRUE IN LOVE?
On the first Monday in December—a gloriously
bright winter day—the flags were run up over the
Senate and House wings of the Capitol building.
Congress had met once more.
There were the usual thronging multitudes in the corridors, the usual pleasant buzz of meeting and greeting in cloak and committee rooms, and the cheerfulness and exhilaration of the last session was flamboyant in the present one.
Among the last members of the House to arrive was Julian Crane. He had come late because he wished to put off as long as possible the meeting with Senator Bicknell. Of course, they must meet early and often, but that did not make Crane take any less pains to postpone, if even for a day, the
