“So would I, now, my clandestine amanuensis.  Compared with some other subjects, even your bill is a pleasant topic to discuss.”

“Very good indeed!  I thought.  I could persuade you.  Now I am sure you will be generous to the poor negro and vote for that bill.”

“Yes, I feel more tenderly toward the oppressed colored man than I did.  Shall we bury the hatchet and be good friends and respect each other’s little secrets, on condition that I vote Aye on the measure?”

“With all my heart, Mr. Trollop.  I give you my word of that.”

“It is a bargain.  But isn’t there something else you could give me, too?”

Laura looked at him inquiringly a moment, and then she comprehended.

“Oh, yes!  You may have it now.  I haven’t any, more use for it.”  She picked up the page of manuscript, but she reconsidered her intention of handing it to him, and said, “But never mind; I will keep it close; no one shall see it; you shall have it as soon as your vote is recorded.”

Mr. Trollop looked disappointed.  But presently made his adieux, and had got as far as the hall, when something occurred to Laura.  She said to herself, “I don’t simply want his vote under compulsion—­he might vote aye, but work against the bill in secret, for revenge; that man is unscrupulous enough to do anything.  I must have his hearty co-operation as well as his vote.  There is only one way to get that.”

She called him back, and said: 

“I value your vote, Mr. Trollop, but I value your influence more.  You are able to help a measure along in many ways, if you choose.  I want to ask you to work for the bill as well as vote for it.”

“It takes so much of one’s time, Miss Hawkins—­and time is money, you know.”

“Yes, I know it is—­especially in Congress.  Now there is no use in you and I dealing in pretenses and going at matters in round-about ways.  We know each other—­disguises are nonsense.  Let us be plain.  I will make it an object to you to work for the bill.”

“Don’t make it unnecessarily plain, please.  There are little proprieties that are best preserved.  What do you propose?”

“Well, this.”  She mentioned the names of several prominent Congressmen.

“Now,” said she, “these gentlemen are to vote and work for the bill, simply out of love for the negro—­and out of pure generosity I have put in a relative of each as a member of the University incorporation.  They will handle a million or so of money, officially, but will receive no salaries.  A larger number of statesmen are to, vote and work for the bill—­also out of love for the negro—­gentlemen of but moderate influence, these—­and out of pure generosity I am to see that relatives of theirs have positions in the University, with salaries, and good ones, too.  You will vote and work for the bill, from mere affection for the negro, and I desire to testify my gratitude becomingly.  Make free choice.  Have you any friend whom you would like to present with a salaried or unsalaried position in our institution?”