"Handsome, isn't he?"

"Of a sort."

"It's Craig--the Honorable Joshua Craig--Assistant TO the
Attorney-General. He's from Minnesota. He's the real thing. But
you'd not like him."

"He looks quite--tame, compared to what he was two years or so
ago," said Rita, her voice as indolent as her slowly-moving eagle
feathers.

"Oh, you've met him?"

"No--only saw him. When I went West with the Burkes, Gus and the
husband took me to a political meeting--one of those silly, stuffy
gatherings where some blatant politician bellows out a lot of
lies, and a crowd of badly-dressed people listen and swallow and
yelp. Your friend was one of the speakers. What he said sounded--"
Rita paused for a word.

"Sounded true," suggested Grant.

"Not at all. Nobody really cares anything about the people, not
even themselves. No, it sounded as if he had at least half-
convinced himself, while the others showed they were lying
outright. We rather liked him--at the safe distance of half the
hall. He's the kind of man that suggests--menageries--lions--
danger if the bars break."