"I've had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Flint," said Mr. Gray. "I--ahem-- can't say that I know him intimately."
Mr. Crewe looked at Mr. Gray in a manner which plainly indicated that he was not an infant.
"My relations with Mr. Flint and the Northeastern have been very pleasant," said Mr. Crewe. "I may say that I am somewhat of a practical railroad and business man myself."
"We need such men," said Mr. Gray. "Why, how do you do, Cary? How are the boys up in Wheeler?"
"Well, good-by, Governor. See you day after to-morrow at five precisely," said Mr. Crewe.
The next official call of Mr. Crewe was on the Speaker-to-be, Mr. Doby of Hale (for such matters are cut and dried), but any amount of pounding on Mr. Doby's door (number seventy-five) brought no response. Other rural members besides Mr. Crewe came and pounded on that door, and went away again; but Mr. Job Braden suddenly appeared from another part of the corridor, smiling benignly, and apparently not resenting the refusal of his previous offers of help.
"W--want the Speaker?" he inquired.
Mr. Crewe acknowledged that he did.