"No," was the rejoinder; "I'm very glad I don't have to." She looked across the table at Hart with a quizzical little smile. "I don't object though to hearing sensible discussion," she added. "Or being told why men vote for one thing or the other. If I were a man, I should be sure to know reasons, and be willing to give them."
"Well, there are no sensible reasons why any one should vote for the candidate from the Middle States," observed Danforth, as if that settled the matter.
"Pardon me," said Hart, "I think there are."
"Bravo," said Mrs. Carter, clapping her hands. "Tell us why."
Nothing had been farther from his thoughts than to start a political discussion by thus taking up Danforth's words, and he rather regretted having spoken so hastily.
"Yes; tell us why," Danforth repeated, taking a sip of champagne, and leaning forward in an attitude of attention.
"You have my permission," said Mrs. Trevellian.
Hart began to talk. He knew well the sub-
