He turned to see how Leonore's petard was progressing, to
find her and Pell deep in tennis. But just as he was going to expose his
ignorance on that game, Leonore said:
"Mr. Pell, what do you think of the political outlook?"
Pell sighed internally, "You can read it in the papers," he said.
"No. I want your opinion. Especially about the great departure the
Democratic Convention is going to make."
"You mean in endorsing Maguire?"
Leonore began to visibly swell in importance. "Of course not," she said,
contemptuously. "Every one knows that that was decided against at the
Manhattan dinner. I mean the unusual resolution about the next senator."
Pell ceased to sigh. "I don't know what you mean?" he said.
"Not really?" said Leonore incredulously, her nose cocking a little more
airily. "I thought of course you would know about it. I'm so surprised!"
Pell looked at her half quizzingly, and half questioningly. "What is the
resolution?"
"Naming a candidate for the vacancy for the Senate.
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