John’s made this into quite an exciting story, all politics and devilry and spy-craft. But there’s something hectic in his manner when he tells it, a high-pitched emotion she can’t identify. He seems feverish. She wonders if he’s been this way since he was shot or maybe since he learned some of his beloved Southerners want him dead. She thinks that something has happened and she thinks he hasn’t told her what. She counts on being his confidante. This is her first inkling of a whole world of things he doesn’t tell her.
