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1903
I. The Legation at Paris
II. The France Of 1789
III. "The Lass with the Delicate Air"
IV. At the Palais Royal
V. The Private Secretary
VI. Mr. Calvert Meets Old and New Friends
VII. An Afternoon on the Ice
VIII. The Americans are Made Welcome in Paris
IX. In which Mr. Calvert's Good Intentions Miscarry
X. At Versailles
XI. Mr. Calvert Attends the King's Levee
XII. The Fourth and the Fourteenth of July
XIII. Monsieur de Lafayette Brings Friends to a Dinner at the Legation
XIV. Mr. Calvert Rides Down into Touraine
XV. Christmas Eve
XVI. Mr. Calvert Tries to Forget
XVII. Mr. Calvert Meets an Old Enemy
XVIII. Mr. Calvert Fights a Duel
XIX. In which an Unlooked-for Event Takes Place
XX. Mr. Calvert Sees a Short Campaign under Lafayette
XXI. Mr. Calvert Quits the Army and Engages in a Hazardous Enterprise
XXII. Mr. Calvert Starts on a Journey
XXIII. Within the Palace
XXIV. The Tenth of August
There seemed to be some unusual commotion, a suppressed excitement,about the new and stately American Legation at Paris on the morning ofthe 3d of February in the year of grace (but not for France—her daysand years of grace were over!) 1789. The handsome mansion at the cornerof the Grande Route des Champs Elysées and the rue Neuve de Berry, whichhad lately belonged to Monsieur le Comte de l'Avongeac and in which Mr.Jefferson had installed himself as accredited minister to France afterthe return of Dr. Franklin to America, presented an appearance differentfrom its usual quiet.
Across the courtyard, covered with snow fallen during the might, whichglittered and sparkled in the brilliant wintry sunshine, grooms andstable-boys hurried between écuries and remises, currying Mr.Jefferson's horses and sponging off Mr. Jefferson's handsome carriage,with which he had provided himself on setting up his establishment asminister of the infant federation of States to the court of thesixteenth Louis. At the porter's lodge that functionary frequently lefthis little room, with its brazier of glowing coals, and walked up anddown beneath the porte-cochère, flapping his arms vigorously in thebiting wintry air, and glancing between the bars of the great outer gateup and down the road as if on the lookout for some person or persons. Inthe hotel itself, servants moved quickly and quietly about, settingeverything in the most perfect order.
At one of the windows which gave upon the extensive gardens, covered,like all else, with the freshly fallen snow, Mr. Jefferson himself couldnow and then be seen as he moved restlessly about the small, octagonalroom, lined with books and littered with papers, in which he conductedmost of his official business. A letter, just finished, lay upon hisdesk. 'Twas to his daughter in her convent of Panthemont, and full ofthat good advice which no one ever knew how to give better than he. Theletter being folded and despatched by a servant, Mr. Jefferson was atliberty to indulge his restless mood. This he did, walking up and downwith his hands clasped behind his back, as was his fashion; but, inspite of the impatience of his