'I Could Emigrate,' Said Archer.

Archer's laugh lingered on his lips in a slightly condescending smile. It was useless to prolong the discussion. Everybody knew the melancholy fate of the few gentlemen who had risked their clean linen in municipal or state politics in new york. The day was past when that sort of thing was possible. A gentleman simply stayed at home and abstained. But you couldn't make a man like winsett see that. Archer mentally shrugged his shoulders and turned the conversation back to books, where wincet, if uncertain, was always interesting. God, if i could emigrate. As if a gentleman could habandon his own country. One could no more do that than one could roll