"[...] "Norman, I can't realize that you two are father and son-he looks more like your brother." "At least my older brother--" "Yes, of course, but you would never take him for a man of forty-eight. I like the touch of gray in his hair. It means dignity, strength, experience. I've always hated sap-headed youngsters." "Say, Elena, for heaven's sake, who are you in love with anyhow-with me or the Governor?" A smile flickered around the corners of the girl's eyes and mouth before she slowly answered: [...]."