IDA.

What do you say to that?

ADELAIDE.

You are his daughter--what do _you_ say?

IDA.

Not possible!--Father! Scarcely had he finished explaining to us
thoroughly what petty mantles ambition assumes in such elections--

ADELAIDE.

Yes, he described them right vividly, all the little wraps and cloaks
of vanity.

IDA.

And within an hour he lets them throw the cloak about himself. Why, it
is terrible! And if father is not elected? It was wrong of Edward not
to give in to father's weakness. Is that your love for me, Professor?
He, too, never thought of me!

ADELAIDE.

Shall I tell you what? Let us hope that they both fail. These
politicians! It was bad enough for you when only one was in politics;
now that both have tasted of the intoxicating drink you are done for.