Part 13 (1/2)

Mrs. Lee then boldly said she had got from Mr. Carrington an idea that Mrs.

Baker was a very skilful diplomatist.

”Diplomatist!” echoed the widow with her genial laugh; ”Well! it was as much that as anything, but there's not many diplomatists' wives in this city ever did as much work as I used to do. Why, I knew half the members of Congress intimately, and all of them by sight. I knew where they came from and what they liked best. I could get round the greater part of them, sooner or later.”

Mrs. Lee asked what she did with all this knowledge. Mrs. Baker shook her pink-and-white countenance, and almost paralysed her opposite neighbour by a sort of Grande d.u.c.h.esse wink:

”Oh, my dear! you are new here. If you had seen Was.h.i.+ngton in war-times and for a few years afterwards, you wouldn't ask that. We had more congressional business than all the other agents put together. Every one came to us then, to get his bill through, or his appropriation watched.

We were hard at work all the time. You see, one can't keep the run of three hundred men without some trouble. My husband used to make lists of them in books with a history of each man and all he could learn about him, but I carried it all in my head.”

”Do you mean that you could get them all to vote as you pleased?” asked Madeleine.

”Well! we got our bills through,” replied Mrs. Baker.

”But how did you do it? did they take bribes?”

”Some of them did. Some of them liked suppers and cards and theatres and all sorts of things. Some of them could be led, and some had to be driven like Paddy's pig who thought he was going the other way. Some of them had wives who could talk to them, and some--hadn't,” said Mrs.

Baker, with a queer intonation in her abrupt ending.

”But surely,” said Mrs. Lee, ”many of them must have been above--I mean, they must have had nothing to get hold of; so that you could manage them.”

Mrs. Baker laughed cheerfully and remarked that they were very much of a muchness.

”But I can't understand how you did it,” urged Madeleine; ”now, how would you have gone to work to get a respectable senator's vote--a man like Mr. Ratcliffe, for instance?”

”Ratcliffe!” repeated Mrs. Baker with a slight elevation of voice that gave way to a patronising laugh. ”Oh, my dear! don't mention names.

I should get into trouble. Senator Ratcliffe was a good friend of my husband's. I guess Mr. Carrington could have told you that. But you see, what we generally wanted was all right enough. We had to know where our bills were, and jog people's elbows to get them reported in time.

Sometimes we had to convince them that our bill was a proper one, and they ought to vote for it. Only now and then, when there was a great deal of money and the vote was close, we had to find out what votes were worth. It was mostly dining and talking, calling them out into the lobby or asking them to supper. I wish I could tell you things I have seen, but I don't dare. It wouldn't be safe. I've told you already more than I ever said to any one else; but then you are so intimate with Mr.

Carrington, that I always think of you as an old friend.”

Thus Mrs. Baker rippled on, while Mrs. Lee listened with more and more doubt and disgust. The woman was showy, handsome in a coa.r.s.e style, and perfectly presentable. Mrs. Lee had seen d.u.c.h.esses as vulgar. She knew more about the practical working of government than Mrs. Lee could ever expect or hope to know. Why then draw back from this interesting lobbyist with such babyish repulsion?

When, after a long, and, as she declared, a most charming call, Mrs.

Baker wended her way elsewhere and Madeleine had given the strictest order that she should never be admitted again, Carrington entered, and Madeleine showed him Mrs. Baker's card and gave a lively account of the interview.

”What shall I do with the woman?” she asked; ”must I return her card?”

But Carrington declined to offer advice on this interesting point. ”And she says that Mr. Ratcliffe was a friend of her husband's and that you could tell me about that.”

”Did she say so?” remarked Carrington vaguely.

”Yes! and that she knew every one's weak points and could get all their votes.”

Carrington expressed no surprise, and so evidently preferred to change the subject, that Mrs. Lee desisted and said no more.

But she determined to try the same experiment on Mr. Ratcliffe, and chose the very next chance that offered. In her most indifferent manner she remarked that Mrs. Sam Baker had called upon her and had initiated her into the mysteries of the lobby till she had become quite ambitious to start on that career.

”She said you were a friend of her husband's,” added Madeleine softly.

Ratcliffe's face betrayed no sign.