And, in truth, there was a vague rumor of tears about her eyes--not asif she had shed them, but more as if she were going to--though I had notnoticed it when I came in.

... That night, when I reached the "Despatch" office, I always wascommissioned to obtain certain political information from the HonorablePemberton Beasley, an assignment I accepted with eagerness, notwithstandingthe commiseration it brought me from one or two of my fellows in thereporter's chamber. "You won't get anything out of HIM!" they exclaimed. Andthey were truthful prophets.