Carolina and Haines showed surprise at Norton’s entrance.

The Congressman advanced and spoke sneeringly, his demeanor marking him to be in a dangerous mood.

“Do I intrude?” he drawled, deliberately.

Carolina drew away her hands from Haines and faced the newcomer.

“Intrude!” she exclaimed, contemptuously, in a tone that Norton construed as in his favor and Haines in his own.

“Intrude!” Haines laughed, sarcastically, feeling that now he was leader in the race for love against this Mississippi representative, who was, he knew, a subservient tool and a taker of bribes.  “You surely do intrude, Norton.  Wouldn’t any man who had interrupted a tete-a-tete another man was having with Miss Langdon be intruding?”

“I suppose I can’t deny that,” he replied.

The secretary smiled again.

“I’ll match you to see who stays,” he said.

But Norton’s turn to defeat his rival had come.  He held out a paper to Haines.

“Senator Langdon gave me this for you.  I reckon I don’t have to match.”

The secretary opened the note to read: 

“Where in thunder does that hydrate come from—­South America or Russia?  How much off on the tariff on the creature do we want?  Come over to the committee room, where I am, right away.  Say it’s an urgent message and get in with a tip.”

The secretary looked up, with a laugh.

“You win, Norton.  I’m off.  Good-by.”  And he started on a run to the Senator’s aid.

Norton turned angrily on the girl as the door closed.

“See here, Carolina,” he cried, “what do you mean by letting that fellow make love to you?”

Carolina Langdon would not permit rebuke, even from the man she cared for.  She tossed back her head and said, coolly: 

“Why shouldn’t I let him make love to me if I choose?”

“You know why,” exclaimed Norton, his dark face flushing sullenly.  “Because I love you and you love me!” And he seized her and pressed her to him.  “That is why!” he cried, and he kissed her again and again.

“Yes, I love you, Charlie; you know that,” Carolina said, simply.  She was conquered by the Southerner’s masterfulness.

“Then why do you stand for that whippersnapper’s talk?” asked Norton, perplexedly.

Carolina laughed.

“Don’t you see, Charlie, I have to stand for it?  I have to stand for it for your sake, for Randolph’s sake, for my own sake, for all our sakes.  You know the influence he has over father.

“He can make father do anything he wants, and suppose I don’t lead him on?  Where’s our project?  Let him suspect a thing and let him go to father, and you know what will happen.  Father would turn against that Altacoola scheme in a moment.  He’d beggar himself, if it were necessary, rather than let a single one of us make a dollar out of a thing he had to decide.”